The night Su Nian received the call from the hospital, her grandfather expressed his last wish on the hospital bed - to watch her marry Lu Shiyan.
The agreement between the two families had been on hold for many years. Lu Shiyan rushed back from abroad, and the two nodded in agreement in front of the old man. On the day I received the certificate, the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau said congratulations, but no one answered.
The three-year marriage began with a commitment, not love. Lu Shiyan was gentle, polite, and considerate, but he always maintained a layer of alienation. Su Nian thought he had someone else in mind - the old photo hidden deep in the study, the female partner with whom he had a tacit understanding, but he never explained. Lu Shiyan thought that she didn't want to be bound by the marriage contract - the old diary contained the conflicts in her youth. He read the beginning and made a judgment for her.
No one asks, no one tells. Under the same roof, each is silent.
Until Su Nian put the divorce agreement on the dining table. He signed without looking at her from beginning to end. After she moved away, he sat in the empty room all night and opened the letter that his grandfather left for her. On the back of the letter was a line of small words written by her: Grandpa, I tried. But he doesn't seem to need it.
He clutched the letter, his knuckles turning white.
Some people learn to get close only after losing. The first lesson she taught him was regret.
