“That person you know is my husband.”
“I was the one who told him to find you on a dating site.”
At their third date, the cool, elegant woman wearing a wedding ring sat across from Shen Mian and calmly exposed the lie behind this “perfect match.”
Her name was Lu Zheng, a renowned psychological counselor in her field.
With the gentlest of traps and the most carefully measured distance, she drew the socially anxious and passive Shen Mian into her world, step by step.
Shen Mian thought it was a ridiculous marital conspiracy.
Until two anonymous letters tore open the depressive past she had deliberately tried to forget. Only then did she realize that this woman’s “long-laid plans” had been in motion for a full three years.
“Do you pity me?” Shen Mian’s eyes reddened.
But Lu Zheng took her trembling hand in a firm grip. “I’ve met plenty of people who need pity. You’re not one of them. You’re someone I want to reach out and help.”
Lu Zheng had planned every detail of this scheme, except for her own heart.
And Shen Mian, once the captive being hunted, gradually became a companion walking at her side.
“You didn’t come to save me, and I didn’t come to save you. We just happened to meet, and we both happened to want to move forward.”
