Shen Ye hates me because I was sent to live with his family and stole the exclusive affection of his parents.
He bullied me, throwing my notes out the window and cornering me against the wall to mock me.
I didn’t argue back. I just wanted to grow up and get out of that house as soon as possible.
After I came of age, I left the country without a word, but he followed me all the way to England.
The London winter was cold and damp. He wrapped me in his coat and pleaded in a low voice, “Su Nan, let’s go home, okay?”
