Lin Zhao is dead.
The message was sent from a number without a note and contained only four characters. Shen Zhiyi stared at the phone screen for a long time, until the screen automatically turned off, and her own face was reflected in the black mirror - protruding cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and chapped and white lips. She didn't quite recognize this face anymore.
Later, she was involved in a car accident and her lower limbs were paralyzed. Jiang Lin took her home to "take care of" her.
Jiang Lin, the most silent man in college, is now extremely powerful. He fed her, tucked her into bed, and wrapped her into a cocoon with suffocatingly gentle patience. Everyone said he was affectionate, but she knew it wasn't love - it was a child's toy that refused to let others touch him.
It wasn't until Lin Zhao's memorial service that she discovered that his death was not an accident.
She loves him, he loves her, he loves him, he loves him, she loves him. Five people, no pair is two-way.
Tenderness is the most perfect prison, and hatred is the most honest confession.
Cold and dark | Crazy reviews by everyone | Deep BE | Multi-perspective narrative
