Eight years ago, Shen Du disappeared from Lin Qingqian's life, leaving only a ring and a pot of gardenias. She had been waiting for eight years, but what she was waiting for was to meet him again in the drug den - he was already the drug lord's most trusted killer, and he looked at her with eyes like ice.
She thought he had betrayed everything.
Until late at night, a pair of familiar hands bandaged her wounds in the dark. She could recognize that hand with her eyes closed. He didn't answer her question, but his hands were shaking.
From that day on, they began to fall in love under the eyes of death. Use your eyes to convey signals and protect each other in the hail of bullets. He said, "Wait for dinner when I come back." She said, "Okay."
She had been waiting for this meal for eight years.
What was waiting for him was the ring he threw out of the car window before driving towards the cliff. Her name was engraved on the inside, and his blood was stained on the surface.
On the night of his sacrifice, gardenias bloomed all over the basin. She wore a wedding dress and completed the wedding alone in front of the tombstone. The ring was too big on his ring finger - he had forgotten that he had lost so much weight.
She said to the tombstone: "Come early in the next life, don't make me wait for eight years."
The wind blew through the cemetery, and the fragrance of gardenia filled the air.
At the end of the long street, there is no return date. But she said: I don't regret it.
