After three years of marriage, Wen Zhiyu's life has become Shen Yi's accessory.
She guarded the empty and cold villa, waiting for him to come home, waiting for him to look back, waiting for him to show some tenderness.
But what was waiting for him was his indifference of staying out all night, his indifference of his in-laws who wanted to make things difficult, and his ruthlessness of watching with cold eyes.
On the third anniversary, she watched him appear at the dinner with another woman in his arms, and finally gathered enough despair to hand over the divorce agreement.
"Shen Yi, let's get a divorce."
At that time, Shen Yi was dismissive and determined that she could not live without him.
It wasn't until she completely withdrew, her career was booming, and there was a gentle and loving man by her side that he finally woke up and pursued his wife like a madman.
He lowered his status, humbled himself to please, apologized in public, and even knelt down to pray, just to exchange for her forgiveness.
But Wen Zhiyu just looked back lightly, with a distant tone:
"Shen Yi, you were not there when I needed you; now, I don't need you anymore."
The belated affection is more humble than grass.
You have exhausted all my love, and you will never get back the heart that was once full of you.
