Many years later, Wen Yan woke up in a big bed.
The empty bedroom was quiet. After getting dressed, she opened the door and saw a figure who had been hugged countless times.
He was concentrating on slicing oranges, and the early morning sunlight on the opposite side was shining on him. This scene was the peaceful time she had been looking forward to for many years.
But she didn't make a sound, but tiptoed towards the door secretly.
I turned on the doorknob, but the door didn't open.
The door is locked.
At this moment, a voice came from behind, "Come here, Wenwen, let's have a good meal."
Reality is the process of the sun's fall.
Intention: Loving is happier than being loved