Dream Reading

At the dinner party, the genius painter husband used his multimillion-insured hands to crack open crabs for the little assistant. Just to coax her to eat something when she had no appetite.
And when I was drinking to the point of vomiting blood to secure investments for him, I asked him to get me some stomach medicine. He simply refused: "My hands are for painting, don’t you have hands yourself?"
For ten years, he hasn't bothered to change his rejection tactics.
That day, I sobered up in the cold wind and asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.
Gu Shaoxuan, in this rushed and complicated world, you and I are no longer on the same path.
At the dinner party, the genius painter husband used his multimillion-insured hands to crack open crabs for the little assistant. Just to coax her to eat something when she had no appetite.
And when I was drinking to the point of vomiting blood to secure investments for him, I asked him to get me some stomach medicine. He simply refused: "My hands are for painting, don’t you have hands yourself?"
For ten years, he hasn't bothered to change his rejection tactics.
That day, I sobered up in the cold wind and asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.
Gu Shaoxuan, in this rushed and complicated world, you and I are no longer on the same path.
At the dinner party, the genius painter husband used his multimillion-insured hands to crack open crabs for the little assistant. Just to coax her to eat something when she had no appetite.
And when I was drinking to the point of vomiting blood to secure investments for him, I asked him to get me some stomach medicine. He simply refused: "My hands are for painting, don’t you have hands yourself?"
For ten years, he hasn't bothered to change his rejection tactics.
That day, I sobered up in the cold wind and asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.
Gu Shaoxuan, in this rushed and complicated world, you and I are no longer on the same path.

After Divorce, Loving Gu Shaoxuan’s White Moonlight Husband Regrets It

Mu Zhixu's global art exhibition was a huge success, and we soon arrived at the Hua Country stop.


When he pulled my suitcase and walked out of the airport, we were quickly surrounded by journalists.


Among them were some hounding for gossip about me and Gu Shaoxuan, but Mu Zhixu blocked them all one by one.


At this moment, a haggard figure squeezed through holding a painting.


It was the scruffy-looking Gu Shaoxuan.


The painting was the Paris sunset I had torn to pieces myself the day I left the studio, now painstakingly pieced back together.


Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Gu Shaoxuan knelt on both knees and pleaded:


"Nannan, do you remember the promise we made? It's my fault, I broke it, so I rummaged through the trash bins and stayed up for a month straight to patch it up!"


"Look, I've done so much for you, the painting is restored, and we can also get back together, right?"


My gaze fell on the painting, full of jagged cracks.


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