In love, there is nothing wrong or wrong, only the past and the future.
In marriage, there is no right or wrong, only more or less.
Poor people must be hateful,
Hateful people must have pity.
At night, Ji Haiqi was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. The bedroom door was quietly pushed open, and Wen Ruolin walked in slowly with a sharp fruit knife in his hand. He stared at Ji Haiqi on the bed fiercely and walked closer step by step. Suddenly he raised his hand, pointed the sharp knife directly at Ji Haiqi's heart, and asked Ji Haiqi viciously if there was anyone outside. Ji Haiqi said he was bored and ignored her. Wen Ruolin sat by the bed, peeling apples skillfully while asking Ji Haiqi if he believed she would really kill him one day. Ji Haiqi turned around and rolled his eyes at her. Suddenly the cell phone rang, Ji Haiqi got up, picked up the phone and walked to the balcony. Wen Ruolin looked at Ji Haiqi's back with a complicated expression. Suddenly he raised the knife and cut the apple in half.
That night was one day away from the wedding anniversary of Ji Haiqi and Wen Ruolin, which seemed to indicate that a new chaotic and confusing day was coming!