There Is No One Who Prefers Me in the World

Qi Luosheng has been in love with Zheng Duhao for eighteen years. When she was twelve years old, she got lost in the backyard of Zheng's house. He took her back to the front hall, stopping halfway and looking back at her. With that look, she could never come out again. After their reunion in college, she handed out a love letter under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, with a sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus drawn on the corner of the envelope. He took it and stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it. She was happy all day long. After five years of marriage, he treated every kindness she had as a plan. She makes shrimp and crab porridge and egg custard for herself every Saturday. Knowing that he likes pot-wrapped pork, she adds Aiwu and Wudi to the menu. But the number of times he came back for dinner can be counted on one hand. He lived in the guest bedroom, never looked at her, and every WeChat message she sent became unread and unanswered. She thought time would tell everything. Until that day, when she told him she was pregnant, he grabbed her neck and pushed her down on the sofa. A few days later, she tumbled down the stairs from under his nose and lost the baby. He stood at the top of the stairs from beginning to end without taking a step. After her heart died, she calmly made her will and signed the divorce agreement. After he signed, he threw the pen on the table: "Liang Qing? Unless you die." Later, he actually received news of her death. Before she walked into the sea, she wrote the last words in her farewell letter: If everything can be forgiven, then the pain I endured is my own fault. Later, he started looking for her like crazy. He didn't believe she was dead and decided she was just hiding. He went through all the traces she left behind, only to discover that the truth about that marriage was completely opposite to what he thought. But there is no one in the world who makes Guobao Pork for him every Saturday. Self-impressed confession is worthless.