Bo Zhou Thinks Not of Today

As the saying goes, rabbits don’t eat the grass by their own burrow.

Dr. Jiang said with a straight face, “Nonsense. It’s obviously about enjoying the moon from the best spot, right by the water.”

*

He was Jiang Baizhou, a brilliant young psychologist, aloof and distinguished, and skilled at reading people. But after marrying his childhood sweetheart, Nie Cenjin, all he cared about was showing off their love.

For several days running, Cenjin heard outraged complaints from friends and family about his “shameless” behavior. At last, she couldn’t take it anymore. “I mean... can’t we be a little more low-key?”

Dr. Jiang raised his eyes slightly, his tone languid. “No. If they don’t like it, they can bottle it up.”

*

Later, when Cenjin, always so gentle and sweet, announced that she wanted a divorce, Dr. Jiang’s gaze narrowed. “A divorce?”

Nie Cenjin put on a solemn expression. “Yes, a divorce.”

Dr. Jiang hesitated for a moment on the sofa. A hint of amusement shimmered in his deep eyes as he slowly rose and walked over to put an arm around her waist. With his other hand, he gently stroked her increasingly round belly. “Be good. We don’t daydream in the middle of the day.”

[A sweet romance about mutual pining, one-on-one, in the mood for some sweetness today?]