When redemption begins with lies, how can love prove its innocence?
When she was sixteen years old, Shen Zhaoyin was a "little mute" from the orphanage, curled up into a shadow in the corner of the university. Until Lu Jinhan walked through the crowd and wrote the name that haunted her life on her palm: "When the sun and the moon shine, there must be an echo. From now on, I will protect you."
After ten years of being together, she watched him fall from the favored son of heaven to the abyss of alcoholism in the casino. On a rainy night, he lost their dream wedding room. She handed over the breakup agreement, but he tore it into pieces and imprisoned her: "Shen Zhaoyin, you were originally mine."
She personally sent him to prison and stared at him through the bars as he screamed his name crazily. I thought hate was the end, until three terminal illness notices arrived at the same time - his, hers, and the orphanage files that had been dusty for twenty years.
Genetic testing showed an astonishing match, and the truth was revealed inch by inch: it turned out that the car accident that took away her parents was caused by a surname of Lu. It turns out that every day he approaches her begins with his father's last will and testament of atonement. It turns out that those hot loves, cruel injuries, and self-destructive pushing away were a sacrifice in the name of love that lasted for twenty years.
"I would rather you hate me all your life than love me as a dying person." Behind bars, he coughed up blood and wrote his last lie. And she was holding the bone marrow matching report, standing on the ruins of his dream building, and finally heard the echo of fate -
Some love is born from sin and grows in deception, but it blooms the purest flower from the ashes.
Intention: "How to continue to love the world with wounds that cannot be healed."