On April 17 of that year, she got into his passenger seat as a stand-in.
For thirty seconds of staring, she thought he was looking at someone else.
She thought the safe buckle she had not dared ask about for three years was someone else's relic.
She thought he never cared about the seventeen things left behind.
He is Gu Shen, the emperor of the business world, so indifferent that he only said a stingy greeting.
She is Su Wan, a private physician who is too quiet to dare to ask for an answer.
Three years.
She filled the back of the medical record with notes that she dared not send out——
"He wouldn't touch it when he frowned."
"He didn't dare wake him up when he was asleep."
"He said yes, but his expression said no."
He locked every one of her belongings in a drawer.
One year, two years, three years.
There is only one key.
April 17, a rainy night, in the garage.
She came with a letter of resignation to say goodbye.
He came to keep someone with a proposal ring.
She said: "I'm getting married."
He said: "I can't remember her face clearly. I only remember that there was a very small mole on the back of your neck."
At that moment she knew——
She is no one's stand-in.
He really didn't recognize anyone.
A safety buckle has been hanging for three years, and the red string is old.
Seventeen relics put away in drawers and never returned.
The two keys are in their respective pockets, waiting for a return date.
This is not a wife-chasing crematorium.
This is a man who has never learned to love, but it took him three years to learn "I'm going to hang up".
This is a woman who does not dare to expect love. She has learned to "don't change the lock" in three years.
The rain falls safely.
The red rope goes on and on.
