On the day Su Ning and I got married, Jiang Yancheng was in a car accident and lost the use of his hand.
A pianist's hands are everything to him.
With red-rimmed eyes, Su Ning blamed me. "You'll never be able to make it up to Yancheng in this lifetime."
Later, I was beaten until I was covered in blood, and my hands were ruined too.
As I lay dying, Su Ning called to say that Jiang Yancheng was afraid of the dark when he was alone, so she wasn't coming back.
I told her I was about to die.
"Lu Xingchuan, can you please be a little more understanding? Yancheng ended up like this because of you!"
Impatiently, she hung up.
When I opened my eyes again, I decided to give her what she wanted.
To be a little more understanding.
To leave.
