Seven years ago, Shi Ya believed that Zhang Chongyang forced her first love away.
She treated marriage as a place of execution and locked him away for seven full years. She didn't allow him to enter the bedroom, called him "accessory" in public at the banquet, and she didn't even go to the hospital when his fever reached 41 degrees. In the past seven years, he had knelt, been sick, and sat alone until dawn when she was drunk and mistaken for someone else.
He doesn't explain. Because he knew that she hated him, that's why she stayed with him. If she didn't hate him anymore, she wouldn't even look at him.
Seven years later, my first love returned to China. Only then did Shi Ya realize that what happened back then had nothing to do with him.
She chased him out and apologized for the first time. But he avoided her hand: "Shi Ya, let's go. Let me go."
Then he disappeared. When he appeared in front of her again, it was a hospital in Hong Kong. I have advanced gastric cancer for three years.
He refused surgery: "There is no point in living."
Shi Ya resigned from the company, sold out all her assets, and looked for experts around the world. The night before the operation, she held his hand and said, "Zhang Chongyang, you are alive. I will treat you well while you are alive. I swear."
He opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes were red and he smiled: "Shi Ya... Why did you come here?"
——I didn't expect that this was just a big dream before my death. Shi Ya never fell in love with him.
