Zhou Zichuan and I were joined in a business marriage. The day after our wedding, he brought his god-sister, who was hypersensitive to pain, to live with us. “Jiaojiao isn't well, so you need to be patient with her.” I didn't care. As long as our families' partnership stayed strong, we could each do as we pleased. Later, when the partnership expired, I asked him for a divorce. To my surprise, he refused. As I watched Zhou Zichuan kneeling beneath the torrential rain outside my villa, I felt nothing. “Zhou Zichuan, what makes you think an apology is enough to be forgiven?”
