Gu Jingshen married me to save the white moonlight in his heart.
On the day of the wedding, he didn't even prepare a ring, so he just threw me a ring.
I forced a smile to cooperate with the performance, but when I was toasting, I saw his mobile phone screen light up.
The person whose note was "Baby" sent a message: "The operation was successful, thank you Mrs. Gu for the bone marrow."
That night he came home drunk and handed over the divorce agreement: "She needs Mrs. Gu's place to rest."
I signed with a smile and hid the pregnancy test form in my pocket.
Three months later, he knelt down at the door of my new home with red eyes: "Please, come back."
I caressed my slightly swollen belly, and my fiancé called softly from behind: "Madam, the soup is getting cold."
