The day Lu Shiyan proposed contract marriage, I thought it was just a deal where each got what he wanted.
The contract is five pages long and lasts for three years. He will occupy the guest room and I will occupy the master bedroom without interfering with each other. I signed the contract happily and moved into the large flat on the top floor of his house, only to find——
There is a warm wool blanket on the sofa in the living room, the refrigerator is filled with the yogurt that I mentioned casually that I like to drink, and the curtains in the master bedroom are replaced with the foggy blue that I have collected in my trumpet.
This man remembered that I drank American style with 30% sugar, that I drank brown sugar ginger tea during my period, and that I borrowed a book from the library seven years ago that was so unpopular that no one else would read it.
I asked him why.
He said: "Because it took me seven years to come to you."
The light in his study was always on late at night.
I opened the door and saw seven photos, seven me - from the freshman debate competition to the first day of employment.
There is a sentence written on the back of each one, ranging from "Hearing a heartbeat for the first time" to "Finally waiting for you."
He spent seven years weaving a web, and I was the only prey he wanted to catch.
But when I discovered all this, my first reaction was not to be moved, but to be afraid——
"Lu Shiyan, who am I? Your trophy?"
He whispered:
"I don't know how to love someone normally. I thought loving her meant paving all the way for her. I was wrong... But this is the only way I know how to do it."
Concept: True love is not a well-designed capture, but a person who has walked away in a clumsy way for seven years, and finally waits until the other person is willing to look back.