The Long Night Nears Its End, the Long Night Dawns

In the third year of Jiang Zhaowan's love for Shen Zhiyao, what she got wasn't his change of heart, but a divorce agreement.

"Niannian is pregnant. Three months along." He slid a fountain pen toward her, his tone as calm as if they were discussing a business deal. "You can have our son, and we'll split the assets evenly. It won't keep you from remarrying."

How considerate of him.

Three years ago, their families arranged their marriage. He had left her standing alone in front of everyone. For three years, she had lived alone, given birth to their son, and raised him by herself, only to hear: "Jiang Zhaowan, I can give you a title, but not my heart."

It wasn't that he couldn't give her his heart. He'd given it to someone else long ago.

She smiled, signed her name, and walked out with nothing but her two-year-old son in her arms. She never looked back.

Six months later.

His mistress gave birth, and the baby was diagnosed with congenital heart disease. The child urgently needed a blood transfusion from a compatible donor, but the blood type didn't match Shen Zhiyao's.

A paternity test turned two families upside down.

The child wasn't his.

More ironically, another report revealed that he had severely deficient sperm, with virtually no chance of treatment.

He would never have another child in his life.

And he had given up his only biological child with his own hands, the day he signed the divorce papers.

That night, Shen Zhiyao knelt in the pouring rain outside Jiang Zhaowan's building, clutching his phone and pleading hoarsely, "Wanwan, I was wrong. Come back. I'll do anything for you..."

The curtains closed, shutting out everything outside.

Jiang Zhaowan soothed her son to sleep, then casually added a certain number to her block list.

Mr. Shen, love has an expiration date.

Mine has expired.

The day his first love returned from abroad, Shen Zhiyao, in front of all the guests,