By the Time She Discovered Love, His Summer Was Long Over

On my birthday in the sixth year of marriage, when I pushed the divorce agreement to Lin Zhixia, she had just completed an eight-hour operation, and her white coat still smelled of disinfectant. She only glanced at it and then frowned and said that I "lived too comfortably and was too busy to cause trouble." I told her calmly, "I don't love you anymore." Looking at her suddenly frozen face, I felt no joy in revenge, only a burned-out desolation.