When I was twenty-two, my family's enemies came to our door. They hacked my parents to death and drowned my fiance.
Just as I was losing all hope, Tan Youlin rushed in with a knife and shielded me.
In the end, he made our enemies submit once and for all, at the cost of one of his eyes.
The day he went to get a prosthetic eye, I asked him what he planned to do from then on.
He stubbed out his cigarette and said carelessly:
"Stay by your side for the rest of my life, of course."
"From now on, I won't let anyone hurt you."
With tears in my eyes, I pulled the ring he'd kept hidden for years from my pocket.
My name was crookedly engraved on it.
His handwriting had always been that ugly.
