I married the legendary vegetative person on behalf of my stepsister.
The conditions offered by the Gu family were very tempting - 300,000 yuan for surgery to save my mother's life, and 500,000 yuan for compensation to allow me to start over. I signed that cold contract, clearly priced my one-year marriage, and sold it to the most mysterious wealthy family in Linjiang City.
On our wedding night, I met my husband.
He was not lying on a hospital bed, but sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes as cold as ice. "I read the contract. Just keep to yourself and you will take the money and leave after one year." This was the first thing he said to me. Later I learned that he was not in a vegetative state, he just lived like an isolated island - he couldn't see people, couldn't go out, and struggled with psychological trauma every day.
Our marriage is a take-what-you-get-you-get deal. He was struggling alone in his world, and I was living quietly in my corner. Don't disturb each other and live in peace.
Until that afternoon, I saw him having a seizure alone. The man who was usually as cold as an iceberg was shaking violently in the empty study, like a drowning man desperately trying to breathe. I didn't rush in, I just sat on the stone bench in the backyard, took out my sketchbook, and started drawing the old locust tree. The rustling sound of the pen tip reached his ears through the afternoon sunshine.
From then on, I began to secretly observe him - he always sat alone in the glass flower room for the whole day; he never ate with his family and always locked himself in his room; he could obviously walk, but said he "just didn't want to go."
I thought I would just quietly finish the year, take the money and leave. But when I see him in the dark...
