I have been locked up in a villa on the outskirts of Hangzhou for more than ten days. Yutong would come over to see me from time to time, mostly at night. Several times, I felt his eyes lingering on me. However, I didn't dare to open my eyes, for fear that this man would lose control, just like the night he locked me here.
I will never forget that night. That day was originally the first anniversary of our acquaintance. The first time I cooked for a man, the first time I went to all the nearby supermarkets to make a man's favorite lemon meringue cheese and double-sided fish head, the first time I sat quietly just waiting for a man, the first time I was uneasy, worried that my cooking was not good enough, my speech was not gentle enough, and my temper was not gentle enough. More than an hour later, the door opened. The man who came in was not the man I was waiting for.
I am under house arrest.
From then on my life completely changed.