In her life, Zhou Suisui was “loved” by two men.
One raised her as a pawn for revenge. The other was born cold-blooded, but developed a possessive streak toward her alone.
The love her adoptive father gave her was a ten-year-long deception. The love her neighbor and childhood friend gave her was an inescapable cage.
She once thought that being chosen was all it took to be happy. It wasn’t until her first love died before her eyes, and the truth tore her to pieces, that she understood:
Some people love you by treating you as a weapon. Some love you by treating you as prey.
All she wanted was to be ordinary, and to be loved by an ordinary person.
The day she left the country, she never looked back.
Later, she heard that the man who had never known how to love had killed himself in prison.
His suicide note contained just one sentence:
“I don’t know how to love, but I lost the only person who ever made me want to learn.”
