Wan Lili

In her previous lifetime, they had married for five years. He meant everything to her, but she was thrown away like an old shoe. 

After her rebirth, she gave him a divorce contract preemptively— 
“Divorce after one year, the terms of the contract are as follows: husband and wife shall not share a room or bed. Intimacy forbidden?” 
he raised his eyebrow. 

Who knew that after she got drunk one day, leaning on the headboard, he rested his deep-set eyes on her. "You broke the contract, Mrs, Li."

Nyoi-Bo Studio

The 99th Divorce

Vicky_

The children arose early. After greeting their elders, they congregated in the study to watch Li Xiao write the New Year scrolls.

The hair on Old Mr. Li's head had turned almost completely white. His dry and papery hand held on to a cane as he sat to the side and watched his son.

The writing of the New Year scrolls used to be done by Old Mr. Li. But now that he could no longer hold the brush, this duty had been passed on to his son.

The patriarch looked on, and instructed, "Put more strength in your hands." At the sound of his voice, Li Xiao's grip on the brush tightened.

Old Mr. Li nodded his head in satisfaction and commended, "That's right." As he spoke, he looked to the three children. "Watch how your grandfather writes. The three of you will have to learn calligraphy in the future too. This is the quintessence of Chinese culture. It cannot be lost."

New Year’s Eve