Precious Treasure at Home

I was working at a tofu shop when I received the divorce letter.

Without hesitation, I tore it up.

Then I asked the proprietress for leave, left the tofu shop, and found a man who wrote letters for a living.

After a long, winding journey, I arrived at Xie Mingzhuo's residence.

It was nearly dark when Xie Mingzhuo finally returned. The moment he dismounted, I stepped forward to stop him.

He was calm, his gaze indifferent, as if he were looking at a stranger.

Fighting back the ache in my heart, I stared at him. "I tore up the divorce letter."

"If you don't want me, you don't need a divorce letter to humiliate me. I, Fu Baozhen, will not be cast-off wife."

"I have my dignity, and I still want to marry someday. This is a separation agreement. Just sign your name."

But Xie Mingzhuo grew angry. He gripped my chin, his eyes dark. "Fu Baozhen, say that again. Who are you going to marry?"

"I won't let you marry anyone."

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight with arms like ropes, as if afraid I would really run away.

But he already had a new bride-to-be, and had long since grown tired of me, his old wife.

The winter cold was bitter, and the wind and snow cut at my face like knives. Even in his arms, the chill still crept up from my feet and spread through my body.

Suddenly, pain shot through the back of my neck, and everything went black.

Theme: Saving each other