Lu Niange didn't know how much money he had lost over these three days and nights, nor did he know why, but at this moment, his luck had turned and he'd won seven hands in a row, leaving his opponents penniless. Carrying a suitcase full of money, he stood up, impeccably dressed, and walked out of "Fei City."
After emerging, Lu Niange got into his car and carelessly tossed the suitcase of money onto the front passenger seat.
Visions of that notebook floated through his mind.
Then, can I ask, dear Mr. Lu, are you ready to consider taking home the most beautiful Ling Momo as your wife?
Take home as your wife? As a wife... as a wife?
"Momo..." Lu Niange merely called out her name and then slowly slumped over the steering wheel, his shoulders trembling.
That notebook was from their first Qixi Valentine's Day together, saved on his phone. As time passed, three or four years had gone by, and now, though it suddenly appeared in front of him again, things were no longer the same.
