The savior he has been looking for for ten years is the person he has abused for two years.
On the day Shen Nian signed the marriage contract, his fingertip was scratched, and a drop of blood dyed the words "Ouyang Xun" red.
After two years of marriage, she put hot milk at his door every night, but he never drank it.
She drew three hundred pictures of his sleeping face, but he didn't even look at them.
There is a scar on her wrist - a scar from saving someone in a fire ten years ago.
He had seen the scar three times.
For the first time, he turned around to answer Bai Yueguang's call.
The second time, he asked "How did it get hurt?", And just as she was about to speak, Bai Yueguang pushed the door open and entered.
The third time was in her relics.
On the day she died, his engagement party was being broadcast live on the TV in the operating room.
She clutched his cufflinks and closed her eyes with a smile.
Three days later, he opened the wooden box and saw three hundred sketches, a diary, and a yellowed fire report——
In the photo, the girl crawling out from the fire has a scar on her wrist.
He knelt in front of the empty tomb and scraped away the soil with his hands. His nails were broken and his flesh and blood were bloody.
The gravekeeper said: Sir, her ashes were scattered into the sea.
Three years later, the cemetery.
He sat with her diary in his arms, and a black car stopped at the door.
The car door opened, and a handsome little boy ran down and shouted: "Mom, hurry up -"
She took off her sunglasses.
His eyes were as unfamiliar as looking at a passerby.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
This time, she didn't even have any hatred.
This is the author's personal experience