Lin Zhiyi died once.
She died at the age of twenty-eight, on the eve of her fifth wedding anniversary, in the study she had decorated with her own hands.
The fire was set by the husband. The door is locked from the outside. The two pairs of footprints outside the door - a pair of size 43 custom-made leather shoes, which she bought as a birthday gift after saving half a year's salary; a pair of size 36 red-soled shoes, with a small piece of red on the toe scraped off, were scratched by her best friend on the threshold of her house last week.
Those two pairs of footprints went further and further away, and they never looked back until they died.
Before she died, she heard someone coming to save her. It's too late.
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the night of the engagement party.
This time, she took off her engagement brooch in public and told the world about the scumbag and the mistress. Amid the uproar of the guests in the hall, she turned and walked towards the wheelchair in the corner - Lu Hanzhou, the third eldest son of the Lu family and a "waste" who was said to not live more than three years.
"Contract couple, do you dare to sign it?"
He signed it.
Everyone was laughing at her for being crazy for marrying a cripple.
Only she knew that this man was the only one who sent people to save her in her previous life.
Only he knew that this woman was the only variable he had been waiting for for seven years.
The red-soled shoes are still there, but a small piece of red is rubbed off the toe.
But this time, it was no longer her blood that stepped on it.
Two pairs of footprints, one wants to stay and the other wants to disappear.
The night has just begun.
