[Master of secret identities + a groveling pursuit + torturing the man + everyone dotes on her]
Three years into their whirlwind marriage, when the divorce papers are pushed toward her, she neither cries nor makes a scene. She calmly signs them.
She takes off her wedding ring as if shedding a whole set of chains.
When they meet again, she is “Mr. Xu,” seated in the seat of honor.
A miracle doctor, a hacker, a piano master: every secret identity she reveals strikes his heart.
“How many things are you still hiding from me?” His voice trembles.
She brushes past him, her voice as faint as the wind. “Mr. Lu, you don’t even know why I married you three years ago. What gives you the right to ask?”
Later, he kneels in the rain, picking up the marriage certificate she threw away again and again.
“Darling, I was wrong.”
But she merely looks down at the man she once desperately wanted to remember her.
“Too late, Lu Hanshen.”
