On the day Suning and I got married, Jiang Yancheng had a car accident and his hand was disabled.
The most important thing for a pianist is his hands.
Suning complained to me with red eyes: "You will never be able to repay Yan Cheng in this life."
Later, I was beaten to a bloody pulp, and my hands were even crippled by torture.
When she was dying, Suning called me. She said that Jiang Yancheng was afraid of the dark alone and would not come back.
I told her I was going to die.
"Lu Xingchuan, can you be more sensible? It's all because of you, Yan Cheng, that I became like this!"
She hung up the phone impatiently.
Opening my eyes again, I decided to do as she wished.
Be sensible.
Leave.
