The darkness of the deep sea is the prison he gave me.
Shen Muwan fell in love with Gu Shenze for ten years and married him for three years. She thought she would warm his heart one day, but she didn't even wait for him to look at her.
He called her by the wrong name, forgot her preferences, and ate with Bai Yueguang when she had a high fever. She went to the hospital alone to abort the child. When she came out of the operating room, he was accompanying others for a physical examination.
Bursting into ashes is her last tenderness.
On the day of the divorce, she said: "Gu Shenze, I have loved you for ten years. But I won't love you anymore." He didn't even look up: "It's up to you."
She turned and left without looking back.
The belated tide was the beginning of his regret.
After she left, he realized for the first time that there was no lamp for her, no soup for her, and no sticky notes for her at home. He looked for her like crazy, kneeling in the rain and begging her to come back.
She said: "Your affection comes too late. I don't hate you, and I don't love you anymore. Don't look for it in the future."
Each is an ocean, this is the answer she gave herself.
Many years later, Shen Muwan became the youngest independent curator in the industry, and her art spaces opened all over the country. Gu Shenze never married, spending his whole life alone in an empty villa and a blurry wedding photo.
They meet again at an art exhibition. She smiled at him—polite, distant, neither hate nor love.
Then he turned around and left, never looking back.
This is a story about the deep sea - he sinks and she swims.
