Li Qianrui turned on her side, perched on the edge of the bed, fresh from a bath. Seaweed-like damp hair cascaded over her shoulders, as if still carrying a hint of fragrance. She wore a pale blue silk nightgown embroidered with beaded flowers; as she bent down, the neckline gaped slightly, revealing her creamy, fragrant skin.
Whose message is this?
She took her phone in her hand and opened the message.
It was from Su Zhishui, a video. She opened it, and suddenly, steamy, impassioned images of Zhou Jin and Su Zhishui filled her vision.
She froze completely.
Even though she had prepared herself for a divorce from Zhou Jin, at that moment, she was still pierced by a thousand arrows, realizing that seeing him being intimate with another woman could still break her heart.
How could it not hurt?
This was her first love, the only man she had ever loved.
