On their wedding anniversary, Qiao Yumo's husband gives her a gift: bed photos of himself with another woman.
Qiao Yumo knows the woman in the pictures. She is Jiang Hanyan's "older sister," despite sharing neither blood nor a household registration with him.
For three years of marriage, whenever Zhou Shuyao called, Jiang Hanyan would drop whatever he was doing and rush to her.
Their child died during a difficult birth, and all the man said was, "Take care of it."
Then he hurried off. Only afterward did Qiao Yumo learn that Jiang Hanyan had gone to accompany Zhou Shuyao to an auction.
When Zhou Shuyao said she wanted to watch the sunrise and take pictures together, he went mountain climbing with her and posted their relationship announcement on his social media.
But when Qiao Yumo wanted a photo together, all Jiang Hanyan said was, coldly, "I don't like taking pictures."
Three years of marriage, three years of love.
Qiao Yumo's heart finally died, and she handed him the divorce agreement.
Jiang Hanyan tore it to pieces. "There's nothing between us. Divorce? Don't even think about it."
He thought she'd settle down after that, but rumors about her affairs kept making the news.
Today she was having dinner with a male model, tomorrow she was traveling abroad with a cute younger guy. Her career and love life were both thriving.
Jiang Hanyan couldn't take it anymore. He blocked her outside her door late at night, his eyes red as he demanded, "We're not divorced yet!"
Qiao Yumo smiled. "Don't be unreasonable. It's just work."
Jiang Hanyan finally understood how much his own words could hurt, and panicked.
He sent her flowers, watches, cars, and houses. He would have stuffed himself into a gift box and delivered himself to her if he could.
But she simply said, "We're adults. Let's part on good terms. Stop pestering me, President Jiang. You're making a scene."
Jiang Hanyan panicked completely and sank to one knee before her, pleading softly, "Please don't leave me. Our daughter needs her father."
I like the author's writing style; it's neither vulgar nor highbrow, yet subtly profound. Recommended reading.
It's really so beautiful!