The Broken Inkstone Knows Ruan

Before Wen Zhiruan was 12 years old, the world was like the bumps on the front beam of his father's bicycle and the smell of flour on his mother's apron. During dinner, her father would always give her the chicken legs, and her mother would snatch them back and cut them into three pieces with a smile. The way the three of them shared the food was the warmth she thought would never change. When I was 16, I moved into a mansion, and the crystal chandelier made me panic. Dad's entertainment list was longer than the dining table, Mom's sighs were hidden in the middle of the night, and it became a luxury for the family of three to have a meal together. When she was 17 years old, her father only stayed with her for three days after her mother's funeral. It was Lu Xingci who stepped on the snow to bring hot soup and silently lit a lamp in the corner where she huddled. Just after his 18th birthday, the "stepmother" brought the boy and the girl into the house. She called her "wild woman" with red eyes, but received the first slap in the face from her father. The young man named Shen Yan had eyes as cold as ice, but he always hid a trace of unnoticeable fluctuations when she was in a panic. When the pieces of the conspiracy pieced together the truth, he stroked her head and said in a hoarse voice: "Ruan Ruan, I really like you." She looked at the paranoia in his eyes and suddenly smiled. Is this entanglement that started with hurt a redemption or a deeper abyss?