Temperature Difference of Love

The year I married Li Huaizhou, the whole school said that I was lucky. He would use his body to shield me from the scorching sun in the library. He would bring an umbrella to me in the rain and get half of his shoulders soaked. He remembered that I didn't eat coriander in my milk tea with 30% sugar. He knelt down in public at the graduation ceremony and said, "An Qiao, I will give you a home." During the first two years of marriage, he was indeed the perfect husband. I made breakfast in the morning and left a note, hugged me during thunderstorms and said "don't be afraid", everyone envied me for marrying love. It wasn't until the third year that I began to notice the "temperature difference". He still remembers all anniversaries Still "good" to me My friend advised me: "Men are like this, so he's better off." My parents scolded me: "How could Huaizhou be sorry for you?" Even he himself was confused: "We are already married, what else can we do?" The night my father received emergency treatment for myocardial infarction, I made the phone call while trembling. He lowered his voice at the entertainment scene: "If you don't have enough money, tell me, I can't leave." At that moment I finally understood—— Love is not a verb in the past tense, it must be in the present continuous tense. And he stopped loving as early as the day he said "I do." When I filed for divorce, the world thought I was crazy. "Li Huaizhou is so kind to you!" They have only seen him love me. Only I know: What he gave me was never a home, but a gorgeous prison. What he loves is not me, but the feeling of "being needed". "I didn't suddenly want a divorce, but I suddenly didn't want to lie to myself anymore." When love is just a show, when marriage becomes an ice cellar of silence. An Qiao decided to smash this mirror that everyone admired with his own hands—— Even if the fragments would scratch everyone, including herself.