Gu Niansheng thought this was a one-year contract marriage where each got what he wanted. She didn't know—the pack of tissues that was casually thrust into her palm at the convenience store came from the spot where she used to use tissues in the high school library.
Even the moment she said "I agree" he opened the drawer - the marriage contract had already been drafted and placed there.
Marrying her is the goal. The contract is just an excuse.
Gu Niansheng signed the divorce agreement, and Shen Tinghan pushed it into the shredder.
Then he knelt down on one knee——
"The contract has expired. Now I want to be the person who has been secretly in love with you for eight years.
Ask you about your identity—
…You secretly wrote a sentence in your high school graduation yearbook, do you still remember it?
And the man who had been watching her since high school never wanted more than a year. It's a lifetime.
………
Gu Niansheng (the third week of living together, staring at the refrigerator):
"Shen Lu, why is this yogurt always cold?"
Shen Tinghan (looked up from the file for a second, then lowered his head to continue reading): "Smooth. "
——She didn't know that he remembered that she stood in front of the convenience store shelf for a long time three months ago, and in the end she was not willing to spend an extra three yuan to change to this brand.
