Before my reborn husband signed the divorce agreement, I rushed to hand over the terminal cancer diagnosis certificate. He tore up the agreement and proposed remarriage with red eyes. Little did he know that the patient next door was his Bai Yueguang. I sneered and waited to see how he would choose. In the past few days, he has been running between the hospital and the company, like a puppet being led by strings. I know Lin Wanrou is also putting pressure on me. That woman will not give up the fat in her mouth easily. But I know better that Lu Jingchen will come back eventually - because of that diary.
That was the "gift" I carefully prepared after my rebirth.
Looking at the diary with a yellowed cover on the bedside table, a sneer appeared on my lips. In my previous life, this diary was discovered by Lu Jingchen after my death. At that time, he looked through my diary, cried bitterly, and acted affectionately like a real widower at the funeral. Unfortunately, I couldn't see it at that time.
This time, I want to personally hand the knife into his hand when he feels the most.
"Yun Qing, I'll come back to get some changes of clothes." Lu Jingchen's voice came from the living room, with a gentleness that was deliberately suppressed.
I didn't answer, I just lay quietly on the bed, pretending to be asleep. The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and he stopped at the door of the bedroom. I could feel his eyes falling on me, and they were mixed with guilt, pity, and some indescribable emotions.
