Genre: Modern sadomasochism / marriage ethics / female growth
Length: Novel
Background: contemporary city
Style: Cold and restrained, using line drawing techniques, using daily details to overlay emotional tension, without being sensational but with self-evident pain.
---Jiang Lin loved Ye Sinian for ten years and married him for three years.
Three years ago, Ye Sinian married her for only one reason - the woman he truly loved, Wen Qing, was lying in the ICU and needed sky-high surgery fees, and the Jiang family was rich. Jiang Lin knew the truth and got married anyway. She thought that three years of companionship could warm her heart, and that the details he had never noticed - the lights on late at night, the hot and cold meals on the table, the stomach medicine stuffed into the suitcase before the business trip - would one day be seen. She lasted three years in this marriage in which only one person was contributing, until Wen Qing woke up.
Wen Qing woke up. Ye Sinian called her, his voice trembling. This man was always cold in front of her, and that was the first time she heard him panic. He said, Wen Qing doesn't remember me.
Jiang Lin said it would be fine if she woke up.
That night she took off her wedding ring that had been wrapped with tape for three years, leaving a deep dent on her ring finger. She sent Ye Sinian the last message: "See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow. At eight o'clock, don't be late." She thought that everything was over after the divorce. She didn't know that on the third day after she left, Ye Sinian would kneel in front of her, his eyes as red as a trapped animal, and ask her - "Why did you marry me back then? What exactly do you owe me."
Wen Qing stood outside the door, holding a medical record from three years ago in her hand. There is a name written on the medical record - Jiang Yu. The one in the car accident
