Once again, she went to worship her mother in a temperature of minus 20 degrees Celsius, just as cold as the day he saved her in front of the cemetery three years ago. However, this time, no one shoveled away the snow on the ground for her, and no one wrapped a warm coat around her body. When she came down from the top tremblingly, she was covered in white snow. But he stood in front of him like a god. In the car behind him, a gentle woman sat with a pink child in her arms.
With a blushing face from the cold, she managed to smile, "Wen Yan, let's never see each other again. I've already signed the divorce agreement."
She is the most gentle and pure, he is the most hard and evil.
On their first wedding anniversary, he personally placed a wooden comb beside her pillow without saying a word. She woke up faintly, saw the wooden comb soaked in the fragrance of flowers, and looked at him with reddish eyes. She knew that he wanted to be close to her life. So, she mustered up the courage to put her immature tentacles on the only attachment she trusted in the world.
Later, as she gradually got to know him and fell in love with him, she discovered that he was just trying to save water with water.
So, when he came back, all he saw was a piece of flower paper in small regular script with a few lilac petals scattered on it, the knot of Luo Dai had not yet been formed, and the tide on the riverside had subsided.
But, she was his obsession, how could he let go?