The World Has So Much to Offer, Yet Nothing Compares to the Old Moonlight

On our seventh anniversary, I put the divorce papers in front of him myself.

Gu Tingchen tore them to pieces. “Your father paid 300 million for your place by my side. Now you think you can trade it away with a piece of paper?”

He had no idea I’d been waiting seven years to hear those words.

There were so many other things he didn’t know

Like how the study door had never been locked.

Like how his mother left a letter before she died.

Like how I’d been pregnant with his child, and lost it alone one winter night while he stayed out until dawn.

He knew nothing. All he knew was that he had married a substitute.

But when every truth came to light and he told me, “It’s not too late”

I no longer knew who those words were meant for.