Ten years ago, A Mu told him, “A Nian, after tomorrow I’ll be free. I’ll finally be able to leave Qinghe Town.”
Later, his A Mu finally left Qinghe Town.
But she vanished without a trace, with no sign of whether she was alive or dead.
The doctor told Chu Sinian that he had schizophrenia.
Everything was just his delusion.
So what if it was all a delusion? So what if he was crazy?
All he wanted was his A Mu.
On the day A Mu died, he met a girl who looked exactly like her.
It turned out that, through all the years he knew nothing about, his A Mu had long since been broken, living out her days in madness.
Someone asked him, “Do you love her?”
A bitter smile tugged at Chu Sinian’s lips.
He replied, “What does it mean to love someone? From the day someone told me she was dead, I built a grave in my heart. There’s a coffin in that grave, and I’ve been lying in it for ten whole years.”
As Ruan Qingmu pushed Chu Sinian away again and again,
he said, his eyes red, “So what if you’re crazy? Am I not a lunatic too? Don’t you think two lunatics are a better match?”
Chu Sinian held his A Mu close, his voice hoarse but certain. “You’re the one thing I can’t control. Why can’t I be the one you were destined to be with?”
