At 3:00 AM, Jiang Shuhui knelt on the ceramic tiles of the entryway, wiping up a stain of red wine as the pungent smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of blood filled her nose. Half an hour earlier, a drunken Zhou Yu had burst through the door and smashed her cherished wedding photo into pieces, the glass shards cutting the web of her hand and sending beads of blood dripping onto the gold-stamped characters that read "boundless harmony in marriage."
"Zhou Yu, tomorrow is our third wedding anniversary." When she chased him into the living room clutching a band-aid, the man was loosening his tie and casually tossing his phone onto the coffee table. The moment the screen lit up, the word "Baby" at the top of the pinned chat list made her eyes sting.
Zhou Yu didn't even raise his head. "I'm flying to Milan tomorrow morning." He pulled off his cufflinks and threw them into a crystal tray, the sound of metal clinking startling the parrot on the balcony. Jiang Shuhui had raised it when they got married, naming it "Suisui."
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