Three years ago, he signed the divorce agreement and walked away without even looking back. Three years later, he was sitting across from the negotiating table, still wearing the 30-yuan street-stall wedding ring on his ring finger, which was polished and shiny.
He blocked her at the door of the bathroom: "Three years ago you were squatting at the door crying, holding up your knees. Now you have changed the place, and the posture is the same." He said that he walked out ten steps and turned back. She found four words carved by his fingernails on the back of the divorce certificate - "Wait for me for three years."
Now he is back, with a tens-billion company, a bidding case, and a note: "Three years are here."
He spent tens of millions of dollars to bid for a package of non-performing assets, just to get back the pair of jade bracelets her mother had pawned off by her aunt. She was suspended for investigation, and he released all the documents at the press conference to prove her innocence. She hated him for making decisions for her and for not asking her what she wanted. But he still remembers her milk tea with 30% sugar and no ice, no coriander, ice on hands and feet in winter, even her father who has high blood pressure and drinks light tea - he remembers it all.
"Zhou Ye, aren't you tired of remembering these?"
"I'm not tired. I'm afraid I'll forget."
Three years ago he owed her an explanation, and three years later he came back with the whole truth - "Su Nian, will you marry me again?"
Seven years of love, three years of missing each other. Interest has been calculated for a lifetime, and the principal should be paid back.
