Don't Turn Off the Lights

That rainy night, Shen Nianxi rescued a man covered in blood by the river. She didn't know that he was Li Sihan, the uncrowned king of Jiangcheng, a bigot who crawled out of the ruins. He had everything except being treated without any intention. So he wanted to repay the favor. In his way. My father's medical expenses are astronomical. He handed over a contract: "One year. Stay with me." She signed it. Not compromise - the only choice she could make at that moment. She thought it would be a deal. She miscalculated. He locked the car door, checked his cell phone, and drew red lines in her world. He gave her a studio but never said "I'm sorry". He would give her hot porridge late at night and would deny her existence the next day as if nothing had happened. He thought it was protection. What she saw was a cage. Until that winter, her painting exhibition was destroyed. Among the debris on the ground, his first call was to his lawyer. Shen Nianxi didn't cry. She just packed her luggage quietly and got in a taxi to the high-speed rail station on an ordinary afternoon. I left a night light and a note—— "Don't turn off the light because you are afraid of the dark. I'm afraid you are afraid of the dark." He had thought that control meant possession. The only light left burning in the now empty apartment. Chasing Wife Crematorium. Light the fire today.