I was with Yan Zhixing for eight years, and he was the only one who didn’t care that I was disabled.
Three days before we were supposed to go from school uniforms to wedding gowns, I accidentally overheard his phone call.
“The car accident eight years ago left Xue Shengsheng deaf. What does President Yan want with this latest accident?”
“Deaf, crippled, whatever. I can support her from now on.”
“Our wedding is in three days. As long as she’s not there, An’an can marry into the family in style.”
Out of sight from Yan Zhixing, tears soaked my pillow.
So the savior I believed in was really an abyss of pain.
The wedding I had looked forward to was a lie meant to take my life.
If that’s what he wanted, then I’d give him his wish.
