After the funeral...
Ye Yan looked at the thin figure in the rain with the memory of his previous life.
Lin Wan, the girl who was cruelly abandoned by herself in her previous life.
For Ye Yan at that time, everything between the two was fake.
The encounter on the streets of Tokyo was fake.
Falling in love at a fireworks display is fake.
At a wedding in the Maldives, the embrace among the flowers is fake.
The murmur of the bedside kisser was false.
Watching her cooking for him, watching her hurriedly bringing the noodles to him, smiling and asking himself, is it delicious?
This would be delicious without the eggshells floating on top.
Everything between the two of them was like a script woven by Ye Yan himself.
All together, it is for the huge Lin Group behind Lin Wan.
After the funeral, Ye Yan resolutely went abroad and left Lin Wan quietly.
As for Lin Wan, along with a piece of divorce papers and a letter of apology, her assistant pushed him in front of her.
Helplessness, despair, confusion, anger... Like an endless quagmire, Lin Wan was completely dragged into darkness.
Many years later, this boy who came out of the slums finally fulfilled his youthful obsession.
When he was a child, looking at the yellowed ceiling and shaky fans, the seeds of power and money were planted in Ye Yan's heart.
Looking at the busy city outside the house, Ye Yan felt a flash of loneliness in his heart.
The wonder of life is that every time you look back, the most precious things seem like they were just yesterday.
Shaking the red wine glass in his hand, he vaguely remembered the bowl of noodles he made for himself many years ago. He even remembered the way he bit into the egg shell and swallowed it.
Now standing here again, Ye Yan did not choose to leave again.
The moment Lin Wan looked away from his father's tombstone, a nightmare-like experience flashed through his mind...
Concept: A person who has been let down is like a broken mirror, it is difficult to recover