After three years of marriage, Shen Zhiyi still feels like the most ridiculous ornament in Lu Siheng’s life.
She loves him. She’s loved him since the moment she first saw him. But she knows better than anyone that he doesn’t love her. On their wedding night, he left under the pretext of work. Late at night, he stared at his phone in his study, and he always answered Shen Wanqing’s calls. Every little thing reminded her that their marriage was nothing but a transaction.
Shen Wanqing is her younger sister in name, and the unattainable first love Lu Siheng longs for in everyone’s eyes.
Shen Zhiyi swallows her hurt and hides her love in silence. She thinks that if she’s obedient and considerate enough, she can preserve their marriage even if he doesn’t love her. But depression swallows her like a rising tide. Insomnia, self-harm, overdoses: she fights to survive through countless nights, all for the child in her womb.
On the day the baby is born, Lu Siheng is away on a business trip. She signs the consent form alone and is taken to the delivery room alone. At that moment, she finally understands that this one-woman show must end.
The moment she signs the divorce papers, Lu Siheng falls to his knees before her, his eyes red, and says, “Shen Zhiyi, I’ve had a secret crush on you for ten years.”
She smiles, her expression more painful than a cry. “Lu Siheng, I was never your unattainable first love.”
Five years later, he tracks her down in Boston and waits for her to finish work in a blizzard. He stands before her holding the diary he kept in high school, every page covered with her name.
Only then does Shen Zhiyi realize that the deepest regret in this world isn’t not loving someone. It’s that he spent ten years loving her with all his heart, while she spent three years proving to herself that she had never been loved.
Love Came Too Late
