I hated Shen Tinglan for ten years. I think he is a simpleton who doesn't understand the style, and I think he doesn't understand anything except the army. We had a cold war, separated, and turned our marriage into a tomb. Until the news of his sacrifice came, all that came back were his blood-stained military medals and last letter. There was only one sentence in the letter, Su Wan, if there is an afterlife, I will not marry you, I wish you peace and happiness. At that moment, I realized in my overwhelming regret that it wasn't that he didn't love me, he just loved me so silently. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the newly-married Tukang, and the man next to me who was sleeping eight feet away from me, his whole body stiff. I threw myself into his arms, my voice trembling, my husband
