Library

It took Lin Xia sixteen years to walk from a cramped rental house in a small town to the Yan'an Auditorium, but she encountered the most dangerous accident at the opening ceremony - Gu Qiu's careless smiling eyes penetrated the freshman representative's speech and burned her knuckles holding the pen. This dandy young man who drove a sports car and drifted along Wutong Road easily tore into pieces her schedule like unwrapping candy. When Gu Qiu helped her quit nightclub gambling and planted sunflowers on the rooftop of the library, Lin Xia thought she had overcome the curse of matching. It wasn't until the wedding ribbon fell on the wedding dress worth seven figures that she was shocked to realize that the melting iceberg would reveal the sunken glacier - the cigar cutter hidden in the inner pocket of the suit, the hands wandering around the waist during cocktail parties, and the childcare money that would always stay in the trust fund. The two misaligned souls were gradually torn apart by the dual gravity of Wall Street and the urban village, and finally stopped at both ends of the coffee-soaked divorce agreement.