Lin Man had been completely torn apart by two men in his life.
One is her husband Gu Wei. A knife for cardiac surgery, cool, elegant and extremely restrained. He petted Lin Man into a sterile room with a constant temperature. The milk at 6:30 every morning and the warm yellow lamp during countless overtime nights were the life-saving water Gu Wei gave her. Lin Man loves him like a drowning man's dependence on driftwood and a bird's attachment to the airport.
The other is her old love Chen Zhiang. A talented painter, decadent, fanatical, and rebellious. He was the bitter one who shared a lunch box in the basement when Lin Man was twenty, and the lunatic who went to the construction site to move bricks in order to buy her a ticket. Ten years later, he returned full of fame and wealth, rented a rough house on the other side of Lin Man, and used a paintbrush to peel her back. Chen Zhiang is a strong drink that Lin Man can't quit. One sip will make his soul burn.
The judgment of fate came in the most primitive way - Lin Man was pregnant. Lin Man's mind went blank. Is this child Gu Wei's salvation or Chen Zhiang's curse?
Gu Wei, who knew the truth, sat in the study all night and finally hid the results of the paternity test. He said to Lin Man with red eyes: "When the child is born, he will be mine." Chen Zhiang, who was on the verge of life and death, held her hand tightly on the hospital bed: "I am afraid of death, and even more afraid that if I die, I will never see you again."
One is the shore of this life, and the other is the fire of the previous life. When the tide recedes, it will eventually push the love and hatred between the three people into the abyss of eternal destruction.
Intention: I have become a driftwood between two abyss, and the movement of the fetus in my belly is the only salvation.
