After Being Hurt So Deeply, I Chose Divorce, Yet He Called Me a Bad Woman

At twenty-two, Lu Zhenzhu married Gu Huai.

Everyone said she was lucky.

Then, not long after the wedding, she found an old photograph tucked away in a cabinet...

The girl in it looked a lot like her, right down to the identical mole at the corner of her eye.

On the back was a complete poem: "Half the river shimmers green, half glows red; dew is like pearls, the moon like a hook."

But the two lines were written in different hands: one neat and delicate, like a girl's, the other wild and bold, just like his style.

The signatures at the end read "Jiang Sese" and "Gu Huai."

Staring at the photograph, Lu Zhenzhu understood everything...