Shen Luxi thought she was a stand-in.
Lu Yanzhou married her because she looked like a woman named Shu Yue. She signed a contract, moved into his old family home, and heard him call another woman's name outside the delivery room.
For three years, he bought milk in the middle of the night, stood outside her door for seven minutes, and changed the lock to a code based on her birthday, but never explained why.
Only after she tore up the agreement did she find the truth in her diary:
Shu Yue wasn't his lover. She was his mother.
And she, Shen Luxi, was the light he had waited ten years for.
“It's better for you to hate me than to be dead.”
But he had never said that those words were meant for his eighteen-year-old self.
I don't know what it's trying to say, I don't understand.