The blue light in the ICU of the Municipal Hospital suddenly went out at two o'clock in the morning, and the thermos cup in Su Wenyuan's hand smashed on the marble floor. This retired professor who just celebrated his 60th birthday would not have thought that his wife Lin Shuyi's cerebral hemorrhage rescue notice would become the first crack in the Su family's perfect appearance.
When the eldest daughter Su Mingyu's handbag slipped out the prenatal checkup report, she was swiping her phone with her finger. On the screen was a text message from her fiancé about postponing the wedding for the fifth time. She had just won a divorce case in a law firm, and now she felt cold all over as she looked at the diagnosis sheet. At the corner of the corridor, his younger brother Su Mingyuan clutched an email from the financial director. The 30 million deficit on the family business's books was like a poisonous snake coiled in his throat.
Amid the smell of disinfectant, Su Wenyuan felt the vibrating cell phone in his white coat pocket. The new graduate teaching assistant sent another ambiguous starry sky photo, and the smell of jasmine perfume on the back of the young girl's neck suddenly made him nauseous. Under twenty years of respectful marriage, those heartbeats and restlessness that had been deliberately ignored were now becoming more and more harsh in the regular ticking of the ventilator. The pine box in the attic of the old house was suddenly knocked open, and the 1998 university admission notice fell out of the yellowed diary. Su Mingyu looked at the unfamiliar "Zhou Guizhi" in the birth mother's name column, and finally understood what kind of secrets were hidden in the forever-locked sandalwood box in her father's study. Outside the attic window, Su Mingyuan was trembling in front of the photo sent by the private detective - the man on his wife's arm turned out to be the driver he had just fired last month.
