On a rainy night in Milan, she signed my contract marriage proposal: "Divorce in three years, no interference from each other."
Four and a half years later at the housewarming party, the chandelier crashed down.
The moment I threw her down, I smelled the unfamiliar scent of perfume on her neck.
"Mr. Lin, are you still recovering from your seafood allergy?" I traced the red rash on her arm with my fingertips, and my voice sounded familiar even I didn't realize it.
When we met by chance in the library, she asked about the current situation of forced marriages at home. Her fingertips unconsciously circled the rim of the coffee cup: "'Yuanbao' misses you so much. Do you want... To take a look at it?"
Under the warm yellow floor lamp, the cat purred on her lap. My fingertips ran through its shiny fur, but touched the slightly cold back of her hand.
Her heart beating like a drum, she lowered her eyes and smiled softly: "It seems that there is no written in the contract how to deal with such an 'accident'?"
Purpose: to gain happiness