I am Nie Xiaoyao, a photographer who travels all over the world.
He is Gu Yiyang, the head of the Gu Group and the king of this city.
We were supposed to be two parallel lines that would never intersect.
Until I clicked the shutter at the bar and captured the moment he walked in.
Half of his face was in the light, and half of his face was in the dark. There was a loneliness in his eyes that I had never seen before.
He chased me to Dali, carried me on his back by the Erhai Lake, and said "you are mine" in the rice fields.
I thought I'd found the one I wanted to stay with.
But there is a woman beside him who has been waiting for him for eleven years.
She stayed with him when he was at his most difficult, and supported him when he was most tired.
And I will only cause trouble for him.
He said "I'll take care of it" and left her with him.
He said "I care" and didn't push away when she laughed.
On the day I got pregnant, she toasted at his celebration party.
I was alone, doing a B-ultrasound in the hospital.
The doctor said "there is a fetal heartbeat" and I cried.
Not because he was happy, but because he didn't know.
Then I left.
A man went to South America with a child in his belly.
When Gu Yiyang searched for me all over the world,
I was holding his baby and looking at the lighthouse at the end of the world.
Five years later he found me.
He didn't come to see me, he came to see the children.
He stood at the door and looked at me for a long time.
"Go back with me."
I said: "Mr. Gu, the mother of your child is in South America. She will not come back."
