On the day when Sang Niannian fell out of love, she sent a message to Jiang Zhiyu, who was from a similar family background: "How about we try to get married?"
The other party replied instantly: "Okay."
The next day, she got into his Maybach and became legally married to a man who was almost a stranger in the red background photo from the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Jiang Zhiyu, the youngest president of the Jiang Group. Gold-rimmed glasses, dark gray suit, always decent, always distant, like porcelain in a museum that can only be viewed from a distance.
What Sang Niannian didn't know was that this man had been secretly in love with her for eleven years.
When he was fourteen years old, he pushed her ashore from a fast-flowing stream. He broke his lumbar spine and disabled his ankle. She had a high fever and forgot everything.
And he had been watching her in the dark for eleven years with old wounds that would never heal.
After getting married, he didn't dare to get close to her for fear of scaring her away. He rubbed his swollen ankle alone in the middle of the night, and was so painful that he shivered without making a sound. He turned to her wedding photos hidden deep in the closet, looked at the smiling faces of her and her ex-boyfriend, and drank the entire bottle of whiskey in silence.
He had a high fever and did not dare to ask her why she came home late. He hugged her from behind as she was about to go out to buy porridge, his voice trembling: "Don't leave."
He swallowed all the secrets and only dared to rub her name on the marriage certificate over and over again in a deserted corner——
Sang Niannian. His thoughts.
But she didn't know anything.
It wasn't until one day when she pressed on the hideous scar on his waist and felt the muscles under her hand trembling violently that she finally discovered——
This impeccably perfect man was actually shattered into pieces.
