On the eve of the wedding, he hugged me and said: "Finally, I want you to be mine."
I thought it was a love story.
Until I discovered that every photo of me since I was twelve years old was in his hands.
Eleven years.
He watched me grow up, watched me change from a girl to a woman.
Then, he personally married me back home.
I asked him: "How long have you lied to me?"
He pressed me against the wall and kissed my lips: "I lied to you from the first moment I saw you."
I escaped.
He grabbed me back again, pressed me on the bed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Niannian, you can take revenge on me, but don't even think about leaving me."
Later I really took revenge.
I learned to smile and say when he was most emotional:
"Lu Sichen, now... Who is lying to whom?"
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He spent eleven years weaving a web.
In the end, he discovered that he was the one trapped.
