My name is Shen Guining, and his is Lu Feng. Perhaps our names made it clear from the start that we were never on the same path... The promises we made when we were young cut into my weary heart every day that followed. It turns out there’s no warning when two people begin to loathe each other, and no warning when they stop clinging to one another.
This is a story about breaking apart and rebuilding, like an old film soaked through with rain, slowly unfurling the strength to grow within its damp creases. Shen Guining and Lu Feng’s marriage was once everyone’s idea of a “perfect match”: he was successful in his career, and she was gentle and long-suffering. But when depression wound itself around her bones like a vine, the details everyone had overlooked finally came into view: the sertraline gathering dust in her pillbox, the retching and words left unsaid in the bathroom, the old keepsake she never took off her wrist. They had all been her silent cries for help.
