"I married him to nail him to the pillar of shame.
But he used his remaining life to rehearse a silent funeral for me. "
Everyone in Jiangcheng knew that business queen Jiang Yue's marriage to down-and-out painter Lin Ye was a completely vindictive marriage.
Three years after their marriage, she broke his paintbrush, locked his freedom, imprisoned him in a cage called "marriage", and watched him grow pale and wither. She laughed at his pretense of shielding the scars from sulfuric acid on his hands, and mocked him for always hiding the white moonlight of another woman in his heart.
Lin Ye never defended himself, only touched the scar on his ring finger late at night, silently smashed the studio after the paint was taken away, and finally asked calmly: "Get a divorce. I'm sorry for bothering you in the past three years."
Until Jiang Yue picked up a torn sketch of a wedding dress among the mess on the ground - her own name was on the back.
In a rusty biscuit box, a yellowed medical record is clearly visible:
Chronic myeloid leukemia (accelerated phase), diagnosed one month before their wedding.
The doctor's advice was cold: up to three years.
The three-year period is approaching.
She finally understood that what he sacrificed was never his dignity, but his little life. Those paleness, bruises, silence and "escape" that she once scorned are all the prelude to the slow unfolding of death.
And without realizing it, she used her hatred as a blade to personally write the most painful and noisy footnote for his supposedly peaceful ending.
"Jiang Yue, it's true that I lied to you."
At the bottom of the medical record, he added a line of small, slanted words before his death:
"Love you too."
