Fu Youli's first love got divorced.
That night, he threw the ninety-ninth divorce agreement at me.
"Qingyi is heartbroken and can't move on. I have to take care of her."
Our seven-year-old son urged me too:
"Just go. Let Aunt Xu move in. We don't need a nanny like you in this family."
Both father and son were certain I'd make a scene and beg them through tears not to kick me out.
But in fact, I simply nodded.
Then I quietly signed the divorce papers.
Ten years later, our son was being interviewed as the top scorer on the national college entrance exam.
The reporter asked him:
"What has motivated you to study so hard all these years?"
After a moment's silence, our son turned red-eyed in front of everyone.
"Because I want to tell my mom I've grown up. Can you come back? Please don't leave me behind."
