The humidity of the rainy season seeped into the bone marrow, and Zhanhua's life had been shattered twice - the first time when her father disappeared at night, and the second time when her mother's blood dyed her clothes red. She was about to fall into the abyss, but a yellowed letter pulled her back to the world. The sins of eighteen years ago lurked between the lines.
Her existence began with a carefully buried atrocity.
So she forged herself into a blade and transferred to that international school where the powerful gathered with a purpose. Zhan Fuhuai, the man whose name was on the tip of her tongue, was supposed to be the ladder for her revenge, but it became an unexpected variable. The way he looked at her was like staring into a ball of fire, knowing the danger but willing to be burned. She ridiculed his hypocrisy, and he indulged her in return; she set a trap, and he stepped into it step by step, and blocked all the storms for her in the dark.
The truth is always torn apart at the most unbearable moments, and she found that she had already fallen into the whirlpool of love and hate.
The ICU monitor was ticking, Zhan Fuhuai's pale fingers entangled hers, and the familiar smell rushed into her chest when she hated it the most, and she collapsed hysterically.
Why should I let it go?
But fate did not give an answer, and Zhan Hua fled to Dublin. She looked down on her past on the plane, and he left a gentle curse at the airport.
Many years later, on a rainy street in London, he stood holding an umbrella, with the old smoke behind him and her moist eyes in front of him.
If revenge is the abyss, will love be the only salvation?
Pseudo-orthopedics, please proceed with caution
Intention: Shine with confidence
