You Spent the Anniversary with Your Widowed Sister-In-Law, I Am Divorced and Am Alone

On the fourth wedding anniversary, Lu Nianchu filed for divorce. The man's face was grave and his eyes were sharp, "Is it because I was with my sister-in-law during the delivery, but I wasn't with you?" Lu Nianchu: "Yes." The day after his eldest brother died, Gu Zhuoye went to the United States to be with his widowed sister-in-law. In the past four years, he traveled back and forth between China and the United States. He accompanied his sister-in-law and the child countless times when she needed him. Three days ago, his sister-in-law returned to China and they fell into the water at the same time. His first reaction was to save her. She was misunderstood for hurting her nephew and was punished to kneel on the cobblestones, but he simply ignored her. She loved him for eight years and never questioned his sincerity. But now, Lu Nianchu had doubts about his love for the first time. "Okay," the man tore up the divorce agreement, "I am doing this for my eldest brother's child, so I won't be with you anymore." Lu Nianchu: "You tear one piece, and I'll make up another piece until you sign it." The coldness in the man's eyes was replaced by astonishment, and he grabbed her hand as fast as a cheetah: "We fell in love until we got married, and you stayed with me for eight years." "Are you willing to do so?" Lu Nianchu calmly took out his hand: "There is nothing that cannot be let go." # Gu Zhuoye would rather believe that the earth is flat than believe that Lu Nianchu would really divorce him. They had been together for eight years. In order to marry him, Lu Nianchu once knelt in the rain outside the Gu family gate alone, and even gave up the opportunity to study abroad. How could she be willing to leave him after she had sacrificed so much. But when the divorce certificate was actually handed to him, Gu Zhuoye was dumbfounded. Countless days later, Gu Zhuoye put aside all his reserve and half-knelt in front of the door of the woman's room, pleading with his face: "Please, open the door and let me in."