Lin Siyi has only ever loved two men in her life.
The first was Sheng Jin’an. When she waited for him outside the Shengke Building, he wouldn’t even look at her. Then, all of a sudden, he started treating her well, bringing her flowers, picking her up and dropping her off, taking care of her. He was so good to her that she thought heaven had finally answered her prayers.
Only later did she learn it was all fake.
The day they confronted the truth, she asked him if there was anything else he was hiding. He said no.
The next day, she found out he had been engaged all along.
Later, he lost his mind. He sold his company, donated all the money, and lived alone in a dilapidated house, eating cold leftovers and suffering from nightmares. When she heard about it, she didn’t take it seriously.
Not until the news came on TV: a famous philanthropist in the city had died in a rental apartment, and no one had claimed the body.
The second man was named Gu Qing.
For all four years of college, he sat across from her, and she didn’t dare look at him. Then he got a girlfriend, and she was even more afraid to look at him.
They met again when she was at her lowest. A scumbag had cheated her, her company had fired her, and she’d been framed and nearly died at sea. He stayed by her side, asking for nothing and demanding nothing.
Later, she asked him, “Would you be willing to be with me?”
He froze, then smiled.
He said, “I’ve been waiting almost ten years to hear you say that.”
Now they’re married.
Sometimes she still thinks of that other man. She remembers what he once said: “Do you believe her, or do you believe me?”
Back then, she said she believed him.
Looking back, it doesn’t matter if you trusted the wrong person.
What matters is that in the end, you waited for the right one.
