On his twenty-eighth birthday, Han Xin had no joy at all. On the contrary, he felt a very strong sense of failure that made him breathless.
He found that there was something wrong with his love and career that morning. No, there was something wrong with the use of these two words. Love was too ethereal and career was too solemn. For a small person like him, switching to marriage and work was more like human fireworks. ...........
After putting down the phone, Han Xin couldn't sleep anymore. Listening to what this woman meant, it seemed that Qingqing did not properly stand in line with her own revolutionary team, but instead went to join other people's teams. Lu Zhengyuan, a very familiar name, wasn't Qingqing's boyfriend in college? Could it be that their old relationship had relapsed? Han Xin couldn't tell what happened for a while. Although they have been married for almost a year, he doesn't know much about his wife. Qingqing is still like a fog that he can't see through most of the time. Now Han Xin really realizes that their marriage is too hasty.