Shen Nian never believed in fate.
It wasn't until after that dream that she realized that the ending of some people's existence was written from the beginning.
In the dream she died. Lu Siyan traded himself for her - on the condition that she would never fall in love with him after surviving.
This is the rule. No one knows who made the rules, and no one can break them.
So Shen Nian lived. She married Chen Rangzhi, gave birth to a daughter, and lived an ordinary and happy life. She didn't know that she had died once before, that there was someone who paid the price for her, and she didn't know that that person would spend the rest of his life bearing the weight of this transaction alone.
Lu Siyan remembered everything. I remember that she loved to drink caramel macchiato, that her lips would get chapped in the winter, and that she liked to bite the cap of her pen when writing novels. He remembered everything about her, and then stood quietly half a step away, watching her life without him.
Fourteen years. From the age of eighteen to thirty-two, from the window seat in the cafeteria to a city 1,800 kilometers away, from the sentence "You are worth it" to the last wave.
This is a love that never begins and a farewell that never ends.
Some people love you not for you to love them. It is for you to live well. Even if that "good" thing doesn't include him.
