The day Mu Nan married Chen Ze'an, they signed an agreement: separate bedrooms, no interfering in each other's affairs, and a divorce after one year.
She was a family lawyer, accustomed to seeing marriages end badly, and just wanted someone to make the arrangement work. He was a cardiac surgeon, famous throughout the hospital as a cold-faced scalpel. Whoever he married would feel like a compromise.
Mu Nan thought their marriage would be neat and straightforward, until she discovered...
Expired food in the fridge was always replaced. When she worked late into the night, a quiet late-night snack was always waiting outside her door. And behind every case she handled, there was always an unseen hand supporting her.
Holding the agreement, she asked him, "Chen Ze'an, when did this start for you?"
He was silent for a long time. "Before you even knew who I was."
Later, Mu Nan spread the agreement out on the table. "The term is up."
For the first time, Chen Ze'an panicked. "Mu Nan, I wasn't trying to make decisions for you. I was afraid you didn't need me."
The southern breeze knows my heart, and Mu Nan knows An's.
