Behind her were reporters holding guns and cannons. The camera was pointed at her face, and the shutter sound was like raindrops. In front of her was a black limousine, with the "L" logo on the front of the car glaring coldly, like a knife hanging above her head.
Three days ago, my father was still coughing when he was taken away by the police.
He was wearing an old-style Chinese tunic suit, and one of his sleeves came off the thread. The moment he was carried out of the house, he looked back at her - not begging for mercy, only feeling guilty.
And today, she stands here and has become Li Sinian's wife.
Not because of love, not because of choice, but because of a freezing order, a notice, and a cold ultimatum: "If there is no marriage, Su's father will face more than ten years in prison."
