Su Nian waited for Fu Xizhou for seven years, from a young school uniform to a mature wedding dress.
When he was drunk, he hugged her and called "Nian Nian", which she thought was a nickname.
Until the day Bai Yueguang returned to China, Fu Xizhou personally placed the divorce agreement she signed next to the prenatal checkup report. Su Nian smiled and signed, then turned and boarded the flight to Paris.
Fu Xizhou thought she would come back to beg him. After all, she loved him to the core.
But he didn't know that the prenatal checkup report was for twins.
In her suitcase, in addition to the wedding dress, there was a diagnosis sheet - terminal brain cancer...
"Fu Xizhou, if I die one day, will you be sad?"
When she asked this, she was sitting on the bay window folding his shirts. The early autumn sunshine hit her face, making the fine hairs transparent. She looked like a porcelain doll, too good to be true. Fu Xizhou looked up from the financial news and glanced at her. "Don't say anything unlucky." His tone was calm, as if he was saying that the weather is nice today. Then he lowered his head and continued to read the report in his hand.
Su Nian smiled and said nothing more. She put the folded shirts into the closet, moving very gently, as if she was afraid of disturbing anything. The shirt was light blue and she bought it for him on his birthday last year with her first royalties. For seven hundred and twenty yuan, she wrote an online article for a whole month, updating 10,000 words every day, typing on the keyboard with her fingers until tenosynovitis broke out. Fu Xizhou didn't know this.
He only knew that she was a novelist with an unstable income. She giggled or cried in front of the computer every day and was as emotional as a psycho. He never reads the articles she writes, even if the heroine in that article is named Fu Nian from head to toe.
