On the day of the divorce, I gave Zhang Shiyi a bouquet of anemones. The flower language of anemones is: loss of hope, weak love, dignity and elegance.
Looking at his expression of indifference and confusion, I suddenly wanted to laugh. It was ridiculous and sad to laugh at myself. In the 4 years that I loved him alone, I had never received a bouquet of flowers. It was such a ridiculous scene to give flowers to someone for the first time.
"Zhang Shiyi, let's get a divorce."
Ps: The female protagonist is divorced, and the male protagonist is not her ex-husband
Intention: Cherish what you have in front of you. What you lose may never come back.