Loo Zijun felt as if he was meeting his wife for the first time.
In his few past memories of her, every time he saw this woman, she was wearing an old-fashioned cheongsam, her face adorned with a gentle smile lacking any distinctiveness, quietly standing there, with not the slightest presence.
Lacking sentiment, not understanding romance, unable to discuss Shelley with him, talk about Hegel.
He thought when he handed her the divorce paper, she would cry, be unwilling, but in the end would still helplessly compromise, and then leave the Loo Family in total embarrassment, never caring for him again.
But how could she be like this?
He looked at Gu Shengyin carefully, the face was still the same, but the expression was so different from what he remembered. There was a bright light in her eyes, and her entire being had become vivid.
He had never realized that his wife was such a great beauty.
