Summary
In the fourth year of our marriage, I discovered that Gu Ze was hiding a mistress upstairs.
She was an audacious type, boldly coming to provoke me.
” There’s no right or wrong in love. The unloved one should be the one to leave.”
After tearing off the facade, Gu Ze mocked:
“Compared to her, you’re like a glass of plain water, bland and tasteless, long making me lose interest.”
My eleven years of youth became a joke.
Later, we parted ways, yet Gu Ze began to plead.
“Can we start over?”