In the seventh year of her marriage to Pei Zhiyun, Yan Xia saw her ex-husband Pei Zhiyun praying for another woman alongside their son.
Beneath the light of the countless gods and Buddhas, they cared for another woman so tenderly that Yan Xia’s seven years of devotion seemed laughable.
That night, she finally gave up and asked for a divorce. Pei Zhiyun didn’t take her seriously and remained just as cold and indifferent toward her.
A month later, Yan Xia accepted an invitation to the Hong Kong region and left without a word. While she was making waves there, Pei Zhiyun and his son completely lost their minds.
When they met again, Yan Xia was surrounded by admirers, dressed in breathtaking finery and smiling as she chatted.
Pei Zhiyun regretted everything. Red-eyed, he knelt before her. “Xiaxia, give me one more chance.”
Yan Xia didn’t even look back. Smiling, she took the hand of the refined man beside her and showed off the diamond ring on her left ring finger. “Mr. Pei, I’ve already married again.”
