The thing Lin Wei regretted most in her life was writing Chen Yu into the book and then kicking him out.
At the age of eighteen, he pulled her hair, and she turned to glare at him; at the age of twenty-three, when he transferred school and returned, she married another man; at the age of thirty, he became the suffocating control freak in her article, and she became the only prey in his life.
Chen Yu thought love was calculation, planning, trapping her in his arms; Lin Wei thought love was freedom, escape, pushing him away even if she was bruised and bruised.
It wasn't until Chen Yu died in Dali that Lin Wei understood that the man she demonized had loved her in the most clumsy way her whole life. He left behind his house, savings, and even his son named Chen Yu, but he didn't leave behind a single "I'm sorry."
This is a story about misunderstanding and redemption. When Lin Wei saw the last photo that Chen Yu left for her under the plum tree in Dali - the young man who smiled like a child at the camera, she finally understood that that handsome young man had finally become a permanent pain in her heart.
"Chen Yu, in the next life, you will love me instead, okay?"
