In three years of marriage, Lu Shiyan has never touched me. Everyone said that he was the gentlest husband in Beijing. He gave me a mansion, a black card, and everything that all women would envy. Until I found a whole wall of photos in the secret room of his study, all of them of me. From high school to the present, each one is marked with a date and location. There is a line written on the back of the latest one: "On the 1826th day, she finally belongs to me. But brother, why did you take my things away?"
