Lin Muci had secretly loved Shen Yanzhou for three years, from the moment their eyes met at an art exhibition to pretending to bump into him every day at the cafe across from the Shen Group. He thought his unrequited love would never go anywhere, until his family forced him into an arranged marriage, and the groom turned out to be Shen Yanzhou.
On their wedding night, Shen Yanzhou handed him a contract: three months, separate bedrooms, then divorce.
Lin Muci agreed. He thought that three months under contract was enough to make up for three years of loving him from afar.
But he didn’t know that while he was away, Shen Yanzhou had stood on a rooftop, looking out over the entire city and wondering which light he might be beneath. He didn’t know Shen Yanzhou had saved every word he said in his notes, even remembering the social media post from three years ago that said, “I want sweet-and-sour ribs.”
He didn’t know that the man who said they would divorce after three months had secretly had wedding rings made, with Lin Muci’s name engraved on them.
When their three-month contract expired, Shen Yanzhou didn’t bring up divorce. He tore up the contract.
“There’s no three-month limit anymore. You’re mine for life.”
Is Lin Muci a man? Confused
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