My wife’s first love was missing one last rare pigment for his peerless masterpiece.
As a pigment maker, she went out herself to find blue ore, despite being pregnant.
Later, her first love completed the painting, but my wife suffered a miscarriage.
In the hospital room, Chen Ciyue berated me for making a scene when I confronted her.
“It was just an embryo that hadn’t even developed yet. Once you recover, we can have another child!”
She still thought I would endlessly put up with her caprices, just as I always had.
But this time, I told her, “There’s no need. We have no future together.”
