Betrayed on a Rainy Night, After the Divorce My Wife Can Never Reach Me Again

They'd been married for three years. He doted on her, but she couldn't even remember his birthday. He mortgaged his studio and weathered every storm for the sake of her career, while she smiled radiantly in front of another man. Then one day, he saw her slip beneath someone else's umbrella. The ninety-day countdown hit zero. He left the soup he'd spent three hours making out in the rain and walked away.

She thought he'd never leave. It wasn't until the divorce papers were put in front of her that she frantically searched through everything he'd left behind: the pencil writing on the back of a prenatal checkup report, an old phone tucked in a corner, a sheet of paper covered in frantic scribbles... Every item told her that the silent man had once loved her with his whole life. Kneeling in their empty marital home, she finally remembered his last words: “Su Qingyin, next time, I won't wait anymore.” But this time, she was the one who vanished, and no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find her. At the end of the letter he'd written the night before the divorce, one sentence remained: “I still love you.” She clutched the letter and cried for a long time, never knowing that the password to the folder he'd spent ninety days building was a phrase she'd never once said aloud.