On the wedding night, he stood at the door of the bedroom, his voice restrained and distant: "Ms. Xu, if you don't want to, we can be husband and wife in name only. Your life will not change in any way, and I will bear your mother's medical expenses."
Xu Zhiyi lowered her head and tightened her grip on the skirt of her wedding dress: "I do."
It's not that she's willing to be his wife, but that she's willing to accept the deal.
She thought she would wither in a cold wealthy marriage like her sister. But what Shen Zhiheng gave her was a porch light that was always on when she came home late at night, a tenderness that was never absent but never intrusive, and a figure that happened to appear whenever she needed it.
He never forced her to do anything, never asked about her past, and never asked her to fulfill her duties as a wife. He even prepared a separate piano room for her, which contained a Steinway piano and a bouquet of white chamomile that was changed every day.
"Why chamomile?" She finally couldn't help but ask.
Shen Zhiheng looked at her with deep restraint in his eyes: "Because its flower language is - 'strength in adversity'."
What Xu Zhiyi didn't know was that she rejected Shen Zhiheng's umbrella that rainy night, but after she left, he bent down and picked up a sprig of chamomile she had left behind.
He also didn't know that the so-called "marriage" was never a coincidence.
Two souls who have been hurt by the past, in a marriage where each wants what they want, slowly get closer, slowly test each other, and slowly become the only light in each other's lives.
This is a story about healing and redemption, gentle and gentle to the bones.
You are my soulmate and my other side.
