Chen Jing's ten years were a silent dormancy and self-punishment.
She lived in a crowded and damp communal rented house, lived frugally, and lived a very low-key and quiet life. Everyone thinks she is cowardly and cheap, and she has never been decent.
No one could see the two things that were always placed deep in her drawer: a bank card full of scattered savings, and a utility knife that accompanied her through countless long nights.
The debt of youth is deep in my heart, and over the years, I have developed a meekness that accepts my fate.
She has already acquiesced that she does not deserve to be treated well or have frank preferences.
After many years of absence, Gu Hui is back.
The boy who left the scene in a hurry has grown into a measured, cool and distant design director. Be restrained and indifferent in front of others, and don't worry about anything.
Only towards Chen Jing, he hid a completely opposite look.
It's him who is blindly ignorant, and it's also him who is paranoid.
He condensed all the coldness he had accumulated for ten years into silence, and used the most restrained posture to engage in the most paranoid entanglement. There is an old grudge that I cling to and refuse to let go.
He decided that she deserved her current embarrassment.
Underneath the hatred, there is a longing that dare not be revealed. He memorized all her preferences, quietly considered them, secretly accommodated them, and only allowed himself to be defeated for a moment in a deserted corner.
The old fog is shrouded in layers, and truth and falsehood have been entangled for ten years.
The human heart hides mysteries, and the years hide regrets.
When the layers of dusty past are peeled off and the belated truth comes to light, everything has already been settled step by step, and there is no way back.
Tolerant pulling｜Cold sadomasochism｜Two-way shackles
