If I Leave, We’ll Never Meet Again

"Remember to take your pills. If you get pregnant, get rid of it." In the six months since their wedding, this was the only thing Bai Zhuohan ever told her as part of their daily routine. So Tang Sheng thought that women who heard "Drink more hot water" every day were incredibly lucky. He kept company with the rich and glamorous, stayed out night after night, and was engulfed in one scandal after another. He waited for her to beg him, until his longing turned into an obsession. She kept the home, watched by the window, and waited with hot soup that no one would come back to drink. She waited for him to come to his senses, until she finally gave up. Her fixation was broken, and her heart turned to ashes. At last, she reclaimed her dignity and made a dazzling exit. "Bai Zhuohan, does it really not hurt you to treat me this way?" Only after pulling the double-edged sword from her chest did he realize, to his shock, that beneath all those wounds, her flesh was still as bright red as ever. "Tang Sheng, you never changed." "Tang Sheng, can we... start over?" "Tang Sheng, do you still love me?" She married him because of a twist of fate and a misunderstanding. She took revenge on him because of an accident that could never be undone. Through endless nights, they tormented each other until they could no longer forget the other's scent. But who could understand that true love had never been a secret?