Lu Xinyi walked into the apartment, and there she saw Gong Yijun, standing on the stairs, waiting for her. He glanced down at her with wide eyes, surprised that she really came home today.
Once, Lu Xinyi had thought that he was the man of her dreams. He was handsome with thick black hair and mysterious brown eyes. He was very patient when he was courting her during their high school years. If it wasn't for Meng Jiao's suggestion, she wouldn't even agree to become his girlfriend. But over the years, she had come to love him.
What wasn't there to like about him? He was a good-looking and charming man. Now, Lu Xinyi didn't see the appeal nor could see him in the same light again.
Compared to her husband, Gong Yijun was at least five inches shorter. Even his built couldn't compare and was subpar to Shen Yi's lean and masculine body that could make any woman drool in his presence.
