A Love Story of Three Marriages

With my back to him, I close my eyes and hide the mist gathering in them. Then, with what feels like all my strength, I pry his fingers from my sleeve one by one, each movement as agonizing as slowly tearing my own heart from my body. Yet a smile still lingers at the corner of my mouth.

"Ning'er!"

How long had I waited to hear that trembling, hoarse call? But precisely because I waited so long, we wasted our time in the most chaotic years of our lives, condemned to a lifetime apart.

"There is no Ning'er. Zhan Yanning died on that night three years ago! You killed her with your own hands. Have you forgotten?"

Truthfully, hating someone is not easy. Pretending to hate someone you love with all your heart is even harder.

At last, his hand slowly loosens. I feel the last trace of warmth slipping away, leaving only his desolate words behind me: "Do you know that I, too, was destroyed along with you back then?"

I step out the door…

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.