In the third year after marrying Zhou Xuyan, he had everyone keep it from me while he kept a younger, more delicate girl outside.

Everyone around me said I was his white moonlight, his weakness.

But when drunk, he laughed and said, “Lin Bihan, after marrying you I realized, you’re nothing special.”

The man who swore at seventeen to love me for a lifetime,

Was now holding a young girl, coaxing her: “She’s so boring, of course I love you the most, baby.”

The day I left, it was as usual-no one noticed anything different.

A servant smiled and asked if I was going out shopping or for tea.

I smiled lightly and nodded, “No need to prepare dinner tonight.”

Hearing that your beloved’s heart belongs elsewhere, it burns through you in chaos.

Let it burn, and when the wind blows, scatter the ashes.

Zhou Xuyan didn’t know that the “nothing special” Lin Bihan was stubborn to the core.

In her life’s dictionary, the word forgiveness simply didn’t exist.

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