On the day she married her sister into a wealthy family, Zhou Yanshen lifted her veil.
"If you're nervous, just look at me."
Shi Nian didn't look at him.
She only remembered that her left hand trembled when she was holding the coffee, and he stretched out his hand to hold the bottom of the cup steadily.
Nothing was said.
But she knew he saw it.
Her left hand shakes.
When he was five years old, he was abandoned by Shi's family at the door of the orphanage. He had a high fever and burned out his nerves.
Twenty-two years later, the Shi family found her and asked her to marry them.
There is only one condition: surgery fee.
She thought she was hiding well until that day when he opened the door and came in and saw her curled up on the bed, her forehead covered in sweat from pain.
He didn't ask anything, just sat on the edge of the bed and gently held her trembling left hand in his palm.
For the first time in twenty-two years, someone held her hand when she was in pain.
Later he handed over a loan agreement.
She signed.
It was only a long time later that she discovered that there was a line of small handwritten words on the back of the last page of the agreement.
"If Party A takes the initiative to terminate the marriage relationship, this loan will automatically be converted into a gift and does not need to be repaid."
She went to him with the paper.
He glanced at it and was silent for a long time.
"That's what it means."
"Why are you writing this?"
"Because I don't want you to stay because you owe me."
She finally understood.
This man who hid his love words behind the terms had no intention of keeping her from the beginning.
What he gave her was the right to leave.
Later someone asked her: When did you stop shaking?
She said: The moment he held my hand.
But she left anyway.
Not to escape.
To know if she would still want to see him if she didn't owe him anything.
