“I’ll turn every drop of rain I’ve ever endured into light to illuminate the future.”
Dear readers, when I tap the name “Lin Xi” into my keyboard, I can almost see countless women struggling between marriage and work, blinking at me through the screen. They are mothers revising PowerPoint presentations at three in the morning, career women attending their children’s parent-teacher meetings despite stomachaches, and women clenching and unclenching their fists as they stare at a painfully glaring message on their phones...
This story is a love letter to every woman who blooms late. Maybe we find love a little later, and maybe it takes us a little longer to learn how to nurture a marriage, but every wrong turn we’ve taken and every tear we’ve shed will eventually nourish the most vibrant flowers of our lives. When Lin Xi signs her name on the divorce papers, she isn’t giving up. She’s signing a solemn contract for a new beginning. The accounting manager who spent seven years enduring everything for her family and was afraid to wear high heels will transform into a finance director with an offer from a publicly listed company in hand, and she’ll meet a man who understands the word “independence” even better than she does.
Some people say this story is too satisfying, but what kind of life comes with cheat codes? Those seemingly accidental turns of fortune are all starlight gathered during lonely walks through the dark. When Lin Xi deliberately spills champagne on her husband’s mistress at a reception, when she uses data to strike back at a plagiarist during a board meeting, when she puts on red-soled heels with ten-centimeter heels for the first time and walks into Lu Yu’s office... Behind these scenes lie countless four-a.m. alarms, notebooks soaked in coffee stains, and smiles practiced over and over in front of the mirror.
There are no Mary Sue-style saviors here, only comrades who grow together.
