Su Nianwan always thought that she was happy.
Her father is a real estate tycoon and her mother is a university professor. She is the "other people's child" that everyone envies. Until her eighteenth birthday, her mother handed her a yellowed diary.
"On September 1, 1995, I married Su Zhengyuan. This was the stupidest decision in my life."
"Nian Wan was born on June 1, 1998. It was a girl. He turned around and left."
"In June 2008, she looked more and more like him. Especially her eyes. When I look at her, sometimes I feel hateful."
The last page read: "Today she is eighteen years old. I want to tell her the truth - her parents never loved each other and she is the redundant person in this marriage."
Overnight, Su Nianwan's world collapsed. She fled Nancheng with wounds all over her body, thinking that she could start over in a different place. But those words, those eyes, those silences followed her like a shadow and couldn't be shaken off.
It took her eight years to learn one thing: it's not your fault that your parents don't love you, but their loss.
