Back home, Qiu Jiayi looked tiredly at the bedside, tears still flowing, like broken pearls, big eyes gushing out.

Qiu Jiayi takes a delicate notebook from the drawer of the bedside cabinet, opens it and takes a picture from it.

Six years ago, she forced Sheng Lingyao to cooperate.

Although his expression in the photo is reluctant, his eyes are rare tenderness and spoiling.

Qiu Jiayi drew a bitter smile from the corner of her mouth, put the photo on her face, gently rubbed it, and the tears flowed more fiercely.

Looking at the photos, I fell into memories.

Seven years ago.

"What?! On behalf of marriage! Dad, Mom, is...