Spectacular fireworks illuminated the sky as Qin Zhigu wished her a happy twentieth birthday.
Qin Zhiyou looked at his empty arms. Not long ago, she was still in his embrace, her scent lingering on him, their lips entwined in a kiss. But now, she had returned to Qin Zhigu's side.
In times to come, Qin Zhiyou would endure as long as he could, and when he couldn't, he'd seek out Lu Weixi. On one or two occasions, he managed to steal a kiss, only to be hit by her numerous times, almost discovered by Qin Zhigu.
But he never regretted it.
If he hadn't been persistent in his threats, perhaps Lu Weixi's first time wouldn't have been with him. He was a petty man who wouldn't mind using underhanded tactics, even if it meant being resented by her.
No matter how turbulent their past was, Lu Weixi is now his wife. And the once-envied Qin Zhigu could only look on with longing. Though Lu Weixi didn't love him yet, he was already grateful to the heavens.
