Shen Weixi spent three years becoming the “perfect” wife in Lu Jinyan’s eyes: quiet, obedient, and never making a mistake.
Until his first love appeared, pregnant with his child. She took off her wedding ring, left behind divorce papers, and disappeared without a trace.
At first, Lu Jinyan thought it was all a drama. But while sorting through old belongings, he found the iron box she had locked away in the back of a drawer.
Inside were no love letters, only medical records, prescriptions, faded old photos, and the wounds she had written down stroke by stroke, wounds that had never healed.
It turned out that those three years hadn’t been tenderness, but fear; not silence, but a woman who had long ago stopped daring to speak.
He searched for her like a madman, but she was already standing beneath the distant lights, all sharp edges and armor.
“Lu Jinyan,” she said with a distant smile, “I spent three years protecting you. Now I’ll spend the rest of my life forgetting you.”
She no longer needed his remorse.
Such short stories attract readers and listeners to praise the author.