Bai Siyu knew that Lian Mo had someone he had loved for many years, but he still chose to marry her. No matter how hard he thought, his heart would always get warm.
Until——
Lian Mo: "Let's get divorced."
Bai Siyu looked at her quietly, and suddenly a hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Is it because he returned to China?"
I like you, my mood is as sour as lemon.
Intention: love