Lin Qichi has only hidden three things in his life.
A painting.
A book.
A secret.
She pushed the man away, returned the book, and admitted the crime of "substitute".
On the last night before Shen Huaibi's wedding, the heaviest snow this winter was falling outside the window.
Her skinny fingers rested on the scroll, but she didn't even have the strength to unfold it and take a look.
"I won't send it."
She said silently to the snowy light outside the window.
Let her move forward.
Tell her not to look back.
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What is Shen Huaibi's hatred?
It was she who watched the man looking at a painting through the half-open window, crying and curling the corners of his lips.
The person in the painting looks like her, but is not her.
It was her sister who died young.
It was she who pushed open the door and broke into the study, forcing the man to answer her question as to who the person in the painting was.
The man lowered his eyes and was silent for a long, long time.
It was the man who was silent for a long time, took out "Xiang Zhi" from the small box beside his pillow, and gently handed it back.
It was she who was wearing a bright red wedding dress and stepping into the mourning hall surrounded by white silk.
I saw that the man was still clutching the green silk scroll tightly until he died.
It was she who opened those cold and stiff fingers one by one.
Thought——
She never let go of her sister until her death.
It was that person who died on the night before her wedding.
Even on that last night, he was telling her——
"I won't send it."
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On the wedding day, it was snowing and sunny.
The ground is paved with red silk, and the sky is filled with joy.
The sedan chair was lifted steadily.
She pasted the scroll painting on the inner lapel of her wedding dress, pressing it against the hottest inch of skin on her chest.
The heartbeats passed through a thin layer of silk, one after another.
"Lin Qichi, do I look good?"
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With a great hatred, she missed all her tenderness.
She used every inch of her heartbeat for the rest of her life to live for the person who would never answer her again.
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"The cousin who endured the illness × the proud and paranoid princess"
She died on the night before her wedding.
Only after she died did she understand——
That painting was always about me.
Intention: Hate the sea and love the sky
