Su Zhou's marriage to Lu Chenzhou began as an agreement in which each got what he wanted.
He was praised by everyone as the perfect husband. He remembered her adding half sugar to her coffee, and was used to warming a glass of milk for her late at night. He would gently cover her cold ankles every thunderstorm night.
His love is like a tailor-made cage, warm, thoughtful and airtight.
Su Zhou once thought that this was just his acting skills or proof of his good education.
Until she touched the dusty evidence deep in the dark cabinet of the study——
The candid photos of her running on the playground in high school have frayed edges.
A discarded ticket stub from a flight to her dream land seven years ago, dated on a birthday she casually mentions.
There is also an "encounter schedule" written in neat and paranoid form, which records in detail the library she frequented in college, her favorite coffee shop, and even the alley she must pass through when going home.
——It turns out that all the "coincidences" and "fate" in these years are inevitable consequences that he has carefully calculated thousands of times.
It turns out that all the warmth he gave her had been marked with a price of destruction long before it was a gift from fate.
Lu Chenzhou hugged the trembling woman from behind, kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled and sighed:
"Ah Zhou, you finally saw me."
"Seeing this, I fell in love with you for the whole of me."
When the truth penetrates the mask, Su Zhou is determined to break free from this imprisonment in the name of love.
And that man who was always calm and perfect was defeated in front of her for the first time.
In the late night of heavy rain, he was soaked and kneeling in the mud. He grabbed her wrist and pressed it to his heart, his eyes were scarlet:
"You can leave... As long as you return the things in here to me."
His heart was beating wildly under her palm, as hot as if it was going to burn everything.
"But it has followed you since we first met you many years ago."
"Ah Zhou, without you for the rest of my life, what will I do?"
Intention: He made marriage a prison, but ultimately imprisoned himself in love