I've been Xie Lin's widow for three years, and I've been editing his photos that show his eternal lack of heart.
The night he came back from the dead, all five of my trumpets fell off their horses at the same time.
He pinched my chin and slapped my real estate certificate on my face: "You've had enough fun, let's go home."
I handed over the residual photo and smiled coldly: "I can't find your heart."
Until I developed the truth from thirty years ago in the darkroom——
My mother's madness, my father's death, the mole at the corner of his eye, the pain in my heart...
All point to an incredible secret:
What beats in him is not his heart.
It belongs to my brother.
He loved me with the heart of my brother for thirty years.
Pseudo-taboo | True affection | Suspenseful sadomasochism | Two-way redemption
"It doesn't matter whose heart you have, the only one I love is you."
