Summary
I went back ten years in time.
Without hesitation, I gave up on my wishy-washy childhood sweetheart.
Instead, I turned my attention to building a relationship with my future husband.
But the teenage academic genius was cold and taciturn.
No matter how I pursued him, he remained completely unmoved.
After marrying him, when had I ever had to suffer this kind of grievance?
Flushed with embarrassment and anger, I laid my cards on the table.
“Xie Huailan, I’m your future wife!”
Xie Huailan turned and started to leave.
“You have a mole there, and I often-”
The next second, his ears burning red, he clamped a hand over my mouth.