For twenty-three years of marriage, Li Qingqing had always been the most gracious wife in the eyes of others. Her husband was gentle and dependable, and everyone respected him. Their marriage was the model couple everyone at work talked about.
Only she knew what was missing from their marriage. Her husband's gaze always held a faint distance. He spent more time sitting on the balcony lost in thought than talking to her. She had always known there was someone else in his heart. She had known since before they married.
She waited a full twenty-three years, until that early morning when her husband said goodbye forever with a cold kiss.
Only after he was gone did she find a faded high school graduation photo among his belongings. In it, he stood beside a girl at seventeen, with a finger's width between them. He had kept that finger's width for thirty-four years. She had waited for him for twenty-three, yet had never truly come close to him.
This is a woman's account of a marriage, written through a lifetime of quiet endurance, and an emotional deadlock spanning more than thirty years. None of the three was at fault, yet none found a happy ending. None of the three was at fault. It simply took them half a lifetime to understand that letting go was the best ending.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.