On the day of the blizzard in Shenyang, I watched Su Nian being put into the wedding car by her mother.
We rented together for a hundred days, rescued stray cats, survived the cold winter, and kept each other warm among rumors.
I am the writer who is guarding the old house, and she is the designer who escaped from home.
We never said we loved each other, but we regarded each other as the only light in the darkness.
But the blackmail from the native family, the glare of the neighbors, and the secular prejudice,
Like a knife, it cuts us apart.
At the police station, the policeman said: Girls, getting married is the right way.
Su Nian looked at me, tears falling on the snow:
"If I get married, they won't harm you."
The blizzard will stop, but the person I am waiting for will never come back.
The most painful parting in this world is not not loving, but loving deeply but having to let go.
(Extreme BE/No blood/reality/Everyone can't stand it)
