For my twin sister, I married Xie Qingcheng, who was said to have been paralyzed for three years.
On our wedding night, he handed me a will: "Sign it, and when I die three years later, you take the money and leave."
I smiled and pressed my fingerprint, and burned the will to ashes that night.
Three months later, I pressed him on the rehabilitation equipment and ran my fingertips across his tight abdominal muscles:
"Mr. Xie, is it fun to pretend to be paralyzed?"
He grabbed my waist with his backhand, his eyes scarlet: "How did you find out?"
I chuckled against his ear:
"The "Criminal Psychology" in your study, page 208——
Tucked inside is a love letter I wrote when I was nineteen. "
"Xie Qingcheng, I have been acting with you for nine years in this scene."
