Some people think that loving someone means locking away their body and soul, giving them the deepest love and the most excruciating pain.
But is that really love?
Or is it... violence?
Perhaps love is always a sweet preserve, hiding all the bitterness beneath it.
“I think I've had everything in my eighteen years of life, but I've never been happy enough. I didn't know why before. I just thought I was too greedy. Now I understand: it's only because I didn't have you.”
That was what Gu Xingzhi, once as gentle as a still pond, said.
Ye Qiao clutched the ring he had given him, so excited he couldn't sleep all night.
If you had asked Ye Qiao ten years ago, he would have told you Gu Xingzhi was the most perfect lover he had ever known.
But now he would tell you that beneath that considerate facade, he had also heard desperate sobbing in an emergency room at three in the morning, seen a beast lurking with ill intent in the dark, and learned the terror of nearly drowning while trapped in a room during a claustrophobia attack, along with... the rage, fear, and despair of being close to death.
[Domestic abuse happens either once or countless times.]
He knew. He should have known long ago...
[The tangled torment of physical infidelity and emotional abuse, the endless torment of physical violence and the slow execution of the soul.]
Very beautiful and very touching. It would be great if one of them is a woman.
A very nice book, I will always be against violence.