After a year of marriage, Shen Qinghuan knew Gu Sihan's preferences by heart.
He doesn't eat coriander, and she never uses it when cooking. He has a bad stomach, so she always prepares stomach-warming tea. When he comes home late from socializing, she always leaves a light on.
Until she was in the study room and saw the list of gifts prepared for others.
Shen Qing laughed happily.
She drafted the divorce agreement overnight and put it on his desk early the next morning.
Gu Sihan glanced at it without raising his head: "Have you thought about it? Don't regret it."
"Think about it." She said calmly, "Mr. Gu, I wish you get what you want."
He thought she would cry, make trouble, and wait for him to look back like before.
Three months later, her design appeared on the cover of an international magazine, flanked by her warm-hearted partner.
Gu Sihan, who had always been calm and self-possessed, lost his composure in front of others for the first time. He clutched her wrist tightly and his voice became hoarse:
"Huanhuan, the lights are out, I can't sleep."
