At the beginning of the story, marriage is like a cup of herbal tea that has been left aside for a long time. All the tenderness is lost, leaving only dryness. Su He stood in the bright and cold kitchen, looking out the window. The cup of tea in her hand, which her husband Lu Chen had never touched, was losing its warmth bit by bit, just like the unnoticed expectations in her heart. Lu Chen's world is strict and alienated. His expensive suits are straight and the collar of his white shirt is always meticulous. However, he is reluctant to let their life be contaminated by the slightest trace of human smoke. He even avoids the smell of cooking fumes in the kitchen. Seven years of time had turned the initial longing into silent ashes, which accumulated in her increasingly heavy heart.
During the seventh year's routine physical examination, the thin medical certificate was like a loud slap in the face, hitting Su He with "moderate depression". Those four black letters were cold and sharp, instantly piercing the calm shell she had maintained. Huge panic gripped her, her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and she subconsciously dialed the number she knew by heart. On the other end of the phone, Secretary Lu Chen's calm voice came: "Ms. Su, Mr. Lu is presiding over an important meeting and is temporarily unable to answer the call." He was polite, but his words were like an ice pick. The receiver slipped from her fingers that suddenly lost strength, and fell to the floor with a "pop" sound, like the echo of something completely shattered in her heart.
"I'm here."
A familiar voice, with a reassuring calmness, sounded behind her. Su He turned around suddenly, and in his eyes blurred by tears, there was Lin Yuan's clear figure. He is not a god who suddenly arrived, but the person who has grown up together and has been standing not far away to guard him silently. At the edge of the crumbling ruins of her world, he reached out his hand.
