<p>After Yan Xun’s car accident, his memory regressed to when he was eighteen years old. Then, he learned two pieces of news from a friend.
News one: He married a handsome man.
News two: They’re going to the civil affairs bureau to get a divorce tomorrow.
Yan Xun, who was solely focused on his studies, was baffled: “…???”
He couldn’t believe it and immediately demanded the whole story. His friend stayed silent for a few seconds, looking at him with a particularly complicated expression.
“You fel...