To make his white-moonlight happy, my husband personally sent me to a sanatorium. By the time he finally remembered me, I was already six months pregnant. His eyes bloodshot, my husband pinned me against the wall and screamed, asking whose bastard I was carrying. I smiled politely. “Yours, but I’ve already scheduled an abortion.” Later, I terminated the pregnancy, left a signed divorce agreement, and disappeared without a word. Gu Qianche, who had always been cool and composed, searched for me frantically across the country. “Gu An, I was wrong. I love you. Can we start over?”
