When Qin Zhe’an turned sixty-five, his first love was diagnosed with Alzheimer's.
She forgot everything—except that she still loved him.
So, he brought her home and made her the little princess of our family.
And me?
I took care of Qin Zhe’an.
I took care of our son.
I took care of our grandson.
And I took care of my husband’s first love.
Until one day, when I knocked over a pot of beef soup—
I divorced him.