Seven Year Itch

Copywriting ★ Han Wei - a former top student at T University, now the president of Yaoyang Group, a workaholic, distinguished between public and private affairs, elegant and serious. Feng Xiaoran - with a reserved and quiet personality, she was once Han Wei's school girl. After graduating from college, she gave up her dream and married Han Wei. Deep love, a marriage that is envied by everyone, and a luxurious life in the upper class. After seven years of dull marriage, everything seems to have become indifferent. When the love disappears and everything becomes a matter of course, is the former vow of eternal love still there? Even hugs have become a luxury, everything disappears in those cold words, our love, you really can't see it and don't want it anymore. My heart hurts, it hurts, but I must be strong, and then become a woman like a diamond, let men worship you, and make you regret it. . . . . . ★★ In the morning, I always get up early to cook, watch the people I love eat what I have made by myself, and occasionally chat a few words. Then put a tie on him and give him another kiss. Finally, I waved my hands and said goodbye to my husband. This is really a happy thing. But it's been a long time since such a scene happened. The man took a quick shower and picked up his briefcase. "I'm leaving first. There's no need to prepare breakfast after that." He said without looking back. Before I had time to say goodbye, the man's figure had disappeared from my sight. Open the big glass bottle, it is filled with hand-folded stars, and there is a sentence written in each star. That is my biggest wish every day. Dear, have you ever seen it? ★★★ "A girl can become a woman, and a woman can become a fragrant flower tree. A beautiful woman is a tree. One flower falls and another blooms. Therefore, she will never grow old and is full of fragrance. " I used to think that I was a fragrant flower tree, exuding a light fragrance, not overly intoxicating and sweet, but standing under the tree, he could smell it clearly, and it became long-lasting because of its indifference. Only now did I realize that all that was left was tasteless, and I was just a flower that would wither with the passage of time. When the flowers fade, the people looking at the flowers will naturally disperse. ★★★★ Dear, if the love no longer exists, then let's divorce!