"Sign a three-year contract and be my lover. I'll pay off your brother's debt."
Lu Shiyan's words sent Su Wan straight to hell.
She hated him for driving her best friend to her death, and hated him for coldly telling her, when she miscarried, "You're not fit to be a mother."
She fled with wounds all over her, but when he was critically ill, she found his diary.
"Wanwan is afraid of the dark. Leave a light on."
"Her stomach is delicate. No cold food or drinks."
"Late-stage brain cancer. At least I didn't let her find out..."
So all his cruelty had been protection he couldn't bring himself to voice; all his distance was because he feared she would have to bear the pain of losing him.
Su Wan fell to her knees by his hospital bed, breaking down in tears. "Lu Shiyan, I don't hate you anymore. Please wake up!"
But the only answer was his final, faint whisper: "I love you."
Some people, once lost, are gone for a lifetime.
Some loves only reveal their depth when death has torn two people apart.
