Miss Xu Can't Take Hardship

When Wan Luo and Zhao Zhiyang got married, the gossip circle in Licheng had fresh material to chew on.

Some said it was an old man taking a young wife. Others said a sparrow had flown up to a phoenix's branch.

An old lady slapped the table in protest. "Oh, please! How is thirty old?"

An old man wasn't having it either. "How is a pretty young woman who's studied abroad a sparrow?"

Everyone had an opinion. Wan Luo knew the truth: their marriage was nothing more than a delaying tactic.

People said marriage was shit wrapped in cream. She'd already made up her mind: once she'd licked off the cream, she'd leave.

At last, the day came. She knocked on her husband's door, but the person who opened it was his college-era dream girl.

She didn't make a scene. She simply went home, shed a few symbolic tears for her deceased marriage, looked at herself in the mirror, sighed, "Even I find myself heartbreakingly lovely," took eight hundred selfies, then went to sleep.

When she woke, the bastard was sitting by her bed.

On the nightstand lay her dream jewel, the "thin skin, generous filling" Paraiba tourmaline from a secondhand jewelry appraisal video she'd recently watched.

Wan Luo swallowed and decided that maybe she hadn't licked all the cream off yet.

Theme: Do not go gentle into that good night.