On the day when her mother forced her to go on a blind date, Shen Qinghuan opened the box door and saw her ex-husband who had left without saying goodbye five years ago.
He wore a suit and leather shoes, with a deep brow, and around his wrist was an old red rope twisted into three sections with gold thread - it was the love token she had hand-knitted back then, and it was also the one she threw into the moat in tears on the day they broke up.
He said it was not a trick, it was a blind date.
He said that once the bracelet is repaired, can the person still repair it?
He said that he had written 423 emails to her in the past five years, but they were never sent, and the recipient was always only herself.
Shen Qinghuan thought he was callous, thought he was cold, thought he had a new life.
Little did he know that the night his father went bankrupt, he shouldered hundreds of millions in debt alone.
I don't know that during his most difficult time, he relied on a casual remark she made before their marriage to survive for five years.
She didn't know that he had been waiting for more than 1,800 days and nights, setting up the chairs where she couldn't see her.
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This time, it was him who stood where he was.
This time, it was her who walked towards him.
