The seven years of marriage between Lin Zhiyao and Jiang Shuhan were like an ice cellar, speechless, warmthless, and loveless. She once gave up her career for him, but he only regarded her as a decoration for the family marriage. Until that day, she silently tore up the divorce agreement, turned around and left, never looking back. Jiang Shuhan knelt in front of her door in the heavy snow, his hands cracked by the frost, but he couldn't say a word to stay. He finally understood that it wasn't that she wouldn't leave, it was just that she had waited too long for him to look back. And he never didn't understand love, but he didn't dare to admit it - love had already been engraved in his bones and blood in silence.
