He had once stained both hands with blood and endured two years of darkness in prison. At the lowest point in his life, when he thought it was all over for him, she appeared: a young legal-aid lawyer, upright and sincere, who softly told him, “Stay alive, and make the most of your time here.” He clenched his fists, her image etched into his eyes. “I won't forget what you did for me. When I get out, I'll repay you.” She was the salvation of his life, and from that moment on, he had only one direction in his world: toward her.
Two years later, they met again. A marriage that seemed like a chance encounter was actually the destiny he had spent years arranging. After they married, making her happy became his top priority. He treated her like a treasure, afraid she'd break if he held her too tightly or melt if he held her in his mouth. Sometimes she wondered, “Do you regret being sentenced for losing control that time?” The man drew her into his arms, his voice low and tender. “No. I had to pass through that darkness to meet you.”
