I hated Shen Tinglan for ten years. I thought he was an incomprehensible idiot, smelled of sweat, and knew nothing but the army. We separated in the Cold War and turned our marriage into a tomb. Until the news of his sacrifice came, the army sent someone to send back his blood-stained military medals and medals. A last-minute letter with only one sentence in it, Su Wan, if there is an afterlife, I will not marry you, I wish you peace and happiness. At that moment, I realized in the overwhelming regret that he did not not love, but loved him in silence. I held his relics and cried for three days and three nights, and finally passed out.
