Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Xu An'an turned around.

My gaze traveled through his fingertips and landed on the crumpled card.

The paper was yellowed, the edges were curled up, and the creases were so deep they were almost torn, but the writing on it was still clear.

"Unconditional forgiveness card," she wrote it herself.

Each stroke of the character carries a relaxed and cheerful curve. The last stroke of the character "无" (wu) is playfully hooked upwards, clearly indicating that it was written in a state of blissful and carefree happiness.

Yes.

She remembered the card.

She and Lu Yiming also had such happy times.

That was on Lu Yiming's birthday during their first year of marriage.

While he was attending a meeting out of town, Xu An'an secretly bought him a plane ticket, wanting to surprise him.

To make the act more convincing, she even gave a different flight number, telling him that she was going to a different city.

As a result, the flight she falsely reported crashed.

When she landed and turned on her phone, dozens of missed calls flooded in, all from Lu Yiming.

When she stood smiling at the entrance of his hotel, he pulled her inside and slammed the door shut behind him. He didn't say anything, just held her tightly for a long, long time, until her shoulders were soaked with his tears.

That was the first time she saw Lu Yiming cry.

That night, he was particularly fierce.

It was as if he wanted to confirm that she was still alive and by his side through this most primitive method.

Xu An'an only found out what had happened later.

Lu Yiming's parents died in a plane crash, which was the deepest and most painful wound in his life. Xu An'an felt heartbroken and guilty because of the lie she told him casually.

That night, Xu An'an held him in her arms, repeating over and over, "I won't leave you. I won't leave you."

But he was still afraid.

He held her arm tightly, as if afraid she would disappear if he let go.

Xu An'an had never seen him so vulnerable. Her heart ached and softened. She jumped out of bed, found a pen and a notepad, carefully wrote a line on the bedside table, and then put it in his hand.

"Here, I've got a birthday present for you. With this card, you get one chance to make a mistake. No matter how much you've hurt me, I'll forgive you unconditionally this once. I truly won't leave you, believe me, okay?"

Lu Yiming looked down at the card, remained silent for a long time, and then snorted.

"How could I possibly do something to hurt you? Giving me something useless is less valuable than letting me do it a few more times."

As he spoke, he crumpled the card like a piece of waste paper, tossed it onto the bedside table, and then turned around and pulled her back into bed.

Xu An'an thought he had already thrown the card into the trash can.

It turns out he had been keeping it all along.

She suddenly felt a pang of irony; perhaps even then, he had a vague idea of ​​what he was going to do...

After all, even at that time, he and Lin Wan'er still maintained contact.

Seeing Xu An'an staring at the crumpled card, Yan Heng frowned and followed her gaze.

The moment he saw the handwriting on the paper, the sense of security that the words "I love him" had given him vanished instantly.

Unconditional forgiveness...what a huge promise.

That was a time he wasn't a part of; how much must she have loved Lu Yiming to make such a promise to him...?

My heart was gripped tightly.

Jealousy and fear sprouted branches that densely entangled him.

Yan Heng wanted to do something, but he was afraid that Xu An'an would get angry again.

After all, they had only just ended their cold war. He wasn't as lucky as Lu Yiming; he didn't have that card...

Unconsciously, he tightened his grip on Xu An'an's hand and squeezed it even harder.

With a sudden tightening in her palm, Xu An'an snapped back to reality.

She turned her head and saw Yan Heng's tense profile and the barely concealed worry in his eyes. Her heart softened, and she squeezed his hand in a comforting gesture.

Xu An'an turned her head and looked at Lu Yiming again.

"This card cannot be used."

Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

Lu Yiming cleared his throat, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "...An'an, you promised me..."

Xu An'an simply shook her head. "I didn't break my promise."

She paused, her gaze falling on the card, as if through it she could see the empty house from a few months ago.

Taking a deep breath, Xu An'an continued:

"I can use this card to forgive you and Lin Wan'er. But... this isn't the only mistake you've made."

Lu Yiming's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What else?"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was urgent and broken, "I've changed everything else!"

"Wasn't it Lin Wan'er who truly decided to divorce me? An'an, I was wrong, I was a bastard! But I really can't live without you..."

He clutched the card tightly, as if it were his last lifeline.

"I've sent her to America, and she won't be coming back. She'll never appear in front of you again, I promise you! I know you're saying you love him to get back at me, it's okay, An'an, I know I was wrong, I'm in so much pain right now, and I deserve it... But you can't really abandon me..."

He stood there, his suit crumpled, completely oblivious to his disheveled appearance, like a dog abandoned by the roadside, desperately begging his owner to change his mind.

Xu An'an looked at him.

She believed that his regret at this moment was real, and she also believed that his pain at this moment was real.

But what's the use of that?

Who will give her little life, who stayed in her womb for nearly three months and left quietly before even seeing the world, a chance?

Xu An'an was not lying.

The instructions for using that card were harmful to her, but they couldn't undo the harm done to that tiny life.

Xu An'an closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, the last ripple in her eyes had subsided, leaving only a calm and resolute expression.

"Cheating is not the biggest mistake you made."

She looked at him indifferently.

"Go back. Next time, don't come back unless you have divorce papers with you."

After saying that, Xu An'an pulled Yan Heng and drove to the hospital emergency room again.

As expected, Yan Heng's wound reopened after all that commotion.

Fortunately, the tear wasn't too deep and didn't require stitches again. However, the doctor didn't look too good while cleaning the wound and repeatedly warned me before leaving: "For the next week, you absolutely must not stretch the wound again, and it's best not to move it at all."

Xu An'an stood aside, memorizing every word the doctor said.

When we drove back to the small building, it was already close to midnight.

The elevator doors opened, and the corridor was quiet. The motion-activated lights turned on and off, leaving only a dim wall lamp at the end of the corridor.

Xu An'an stepped out of the elevator. After hesitating for a few seconds, she turned around and walked towards her home.

"Xu An'an".

Yan Heng's voice came from behind.

She turned around.

I saw him standing in the middle of the corridor, the light from the entrance hall shining through behind him, casting a long shadow at his feet.

He stood in the doorway, like a large dog locked outside, gazing longingly at her.

"Could you... stay at my place tonight?"