But later, he realized that everything had just been his self-comfort, his self-delusion. Ling Chuxia had married him not because she liked him, but because of her elder sister.
At that time, he had gone without sleep for over a week, finishing all his work ahead of time to make space for their honeymoon, choosing the most romantic place, the homeland of lavender, Provence in France.
The house he rented was in a small town, and as soon as he opened the door, he could see the sea of lavender flowers and be enveloped in their faint fragrance. Holding her, he felt that there was nothing more beautiful in the world than this moment.
Everything changed that day. While Chuxia was bathing, he, feeling utterly bored in the room, decided to tidy up the trinkets she had bought— a miscellaneous heap of them. After sorting them out, he was about to put them into her suitcase when...he inadvertently discovered her diary.
