Second Incense

At the age of twenty-four, Shen Tanyin became a widow. Her husband, who had been married for six months, died in the river. She knelt in front of the mourning hall, with ashes flying all over her body. The mother-in-law said, "I'll keep you here for the rest of your life, and the Shen family will support you." The uncle stood at the door, with his back to the light of the patio, and glanced at her. She remembered that look for the rest of her life. Later she found out that the man's name was Shen Moyan, the third young master of the Shen family. He came back from studying medicine in Japan, full of hostility and unwillingness in his eyes. Later she realized that in that glance, there was the heaviest thing in her life. From Lixi to Guangzhou, from Guangzhou to Shanghai. She escaped from the chastity arch, escaped from the tomb of the living dead, and transformed herself into a human being, stitch by stitch, stitch by stitch. But she also knew that some things couldn't be escaped. Someone wrote a letter for a month just to see her, and before he died, he was asked to leave a message: "In the next life, let me meet you sooner." In order to protect her, someone stood guard at the entrance of the alley. With a scar on his face, he said, "I do." Someone stood under the neon lights of Shanghai, with eyebrows and eyes similar to Pan An's, lowering his head and kissing away the tears from the corners of her eyes. But there is always someone in her heart. That person held her hand, walked through the darkest road, said the stupidest words, and had the longest dream. The man said: "Tan Yin, I will take you away." She followed him. Been gone for so long. Traveled so far. Now, he's leaving. This is half a woman's life. From kneeling under the arch to standing under the neon lights. From not daring to look up, to daring to love and hate.