On the day of the divorce, he didn't even look at me.
Five million, one card, three years of marriage, all written off.
I didn't cry. He just locked the card into the deepest part of the drawer - along with the identity called "Mrs. Gu".
Twenty-seven years old, empty-handed, starting from scratch.
Later, in front of me, he said with red eyes: "Qing Huan, I was wrong."
I looked at him like a stranger.
"Mr. Gu, you are blocking my way."
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This is not a comeback story.
This is the story of a woman who put the broken pieces of herself back together and found that the resulting piece was more beautiful than the original.
Five million, I haven't touched a penny.
Of the four men, I didn't choose any one.
The Qianyi Group has nothing to do with me.
I just finally lived like my name——
There is flavor in the world, which is pure joy.
