My marriage has long since died of indifference day after day.
Opening a 24-hour convenience store, I spent lonely nights one after another, with my husband turning a blind eye and my sister-in-law making things difficult for me in every possible way.
It was Ma Nanshan's gentleness that made me experience the feeling of being loved again; it was Su Qingli's company that allowed me to grasp a trace of warmth in despair.
I was wandering on the edge of taboo, struggling between ethics and heart.
Divorced, remarried, back to square one.
It turns out that some marriages cannot be divorced and cannot be lived well.
The lights in the convenience store never go out, but my life is filled with only compromise and silence.
