Early spring of 2018, provincial capital.
In the cool cafe, the heating is not turned on enough. The dead branches outside the window cut through the leaden sky.
Lin Yueyao pushed the cup of coffee in front of her that had already cooled down a little.
She raised her head and looked directly at the man opposite.
"Mr. Gu, I need a three-year marriage contract."
After the words fell, the air seemed to be stagnant.
