Summary
He never spoke of love, yet his actions said everything.
On the first night of our marriage, I discovered a supplementary clause in the prenuptial agreement: If Shao Yuncheng were the one to initiate a divorce, all assets and earnings accumulated during the marriage would belong to me.
Everyone claimed this union was a result of him taking advantage of my family’s crisis, and indeed, from the wedding ceremony to our return home, he had remained as cold and distant as a stranger.
That was until three in the morning, when I jolted awake from a nightmare.
There, I saw the man who had never even uttered the word “like” kneeling by the bedside, quietly tucking me in.
His phone screen was lit up with an unread message: The surveillance footage from the Academy of Fine Arts studio hallway seven years ago has been successfully restored.