On the night Tang Yanning got her heart broken, the evening breeze was bone-chilling.
She broke down outside a wedding venue. Chen Zhiyu walked into her misery, holding an umbrella.
“Do you want to be with me?”
“I can give you dignity, help you fight back, and give you the kind of life everyone envies.”
One invitation bound them together.
Tang Yanning thought it was all an act, but Chen Zhiyu’s tenderness felt too real, and his devotion too complete.
She was trapped in this sense of security, both longing for it and afraid, terrified that it was all an elaborate dream.
Until she demanded, “What do you really want from me?”
Chen Zhiyu lowered his head, kissed away her tears, and said each word deliberately:
“You.”
“I never wove this web. You walked into it yourself.
You can leave whenever you want, but I will never let you go for as long as I live.”
