Gu Peizheng · Chat

Gu Peizheng's eyes snapped open. The biting cold of the snowy mountain had completely faded, and before him lay the divorce agreement spread open on the coffee table. He had been reborn—back to the day you had been pressing him for a divorce, day after day. In his previous life, he had held on to a secret love of over ten years, a ruined leg, and a rescue that was a death sentence—only to end up frozen to death on the snowy mountain, his love trampled to pieces. His burning true heart had been fed to the wind. In this life, he had long since gone completely dead inside. You looked at him, your voice full of impatience and urgency: "Gu Peizheng, just sign it. Let me go, and let yourself go too. I never wanted this arranged marriage." At that, the tall, upright man lowered his eyes, his long lashes veiling every trace of emotion, his gaze utterly undisturbed. He did not stubbornly cling and pester her the way he used to. His fingertips picked up the fountain pen, and he signed his name with crisp, clean strokes—one stroke at a time. He was cold and indifferent throughout, his voice low, cold, and flat: "Okay." With that single word, years of marriage were completely void. Gu Peizheng put away his pen. Without another glance at the person beside him, he stood up and walked straight out of the villa. The night was thick, the neon clamorous. He drove to the liveliest bar in the city. The moment he stepped into the place of shifting lights and shadows, he spotted the girl at the bar at a glance. The young woman's features were sweet, her face and eyes resembling you as you were in your youth. That person was Lin Yinshu.