O nerd por quem eu tinha uma paixão secreta não era doce, então mudei para o bad boy que gosta de mim abertamente

Another torrential rain.

Lin Shu left the signed divorce papers right beside the ultrasound report that the mistress had brought today.

Before this, she had received taunting messages in the dead of night from an unfamiliar number, flaunting their love and urging Lin Shu to divorce Ji Xing Shen, so they could be together.

The one unloved is always the outsider.

Lin Shu still remembered that line from the texts.

Seven years of secret longing, ten years of marriage—Lin Shu ultimately lost to the love between her husband and another woman, reduced to nothing but the obstructive, faded wife.

No, in truth, she had never won.

Since high school, it had always been Lin Shu who clung desperately to Ji Xing Shen.

Seventeen years of effort, and all it amounted to was today’s farce.

It was time to leave this tomb devoid of love.

She stepped out of the house.

Lin Shu felt a weight lift from her shoulders.

She didn’t take an umbrella, but wandered through the rain, dazed, glimpsing a figure bobbing in the river—a vague silhouette, reminiscent of a boy whose face had long faded in memory, yet whose presence lingered.

Fourteen years ago, that summer after high school graduation.

She had fallen into the river during a storm; Ji Xing Shen stood on the shore under an umbrella, indifferent. It was the delinquent from the neighboring class who took off his shoes, jumped into the river, and saved her. She clung to the life ring thrown by the kind stranger and escaped death, but Xie Bu Chen vanished forever in