In a bright, airy piano room, Mu Sinan leaned against the white piano. After finishing a cigarette, he said, “Eight hundred thousand. Marry me.”
Looking at Mu Sinan silhouetted against the light, Yin Qingge thought, He doesn't love me. Why should I marry him? So she said, “I'm sorry, I won't marry you.”
Mu Sinan wasn't surprised by her answer, nor did he pressure her. He only said, “You will marry me. I'll wait.”
In the end, Yin Qingge married him. There was no wedding, no blessings, and no love, only hatred.
She asked, “Why did you marry me?”
He replied, “Yin Qingge, you owe me this. I want you to spend your whole life paying me back.”
From then on, Yin Qingge became a prisoner: her marriage was a cage, her heart a captive, and the rest of her life her sentence. He imprisoned her for life.
