When Zhou Ya put the last page of bank records containing evidence of betrayal into the file bag, her fingertips were scratched by the sharp edge of the paper. The moment the blood beads oozed out, memories from fifteen years ago came rushing back - Chen Zhiyuan, a poor student who used three months of living expenses to buy her a silver ring, once held her hand and vowed: "From now on, I will fill your fingers with diamonds."
Nowadays, diamonds are indeed filled with jewelry boxes, but that marriage that started in a young age has been shattered into dregs that cannot be pieced together in the cold bill figures. The oath is still in my ears, but my heart has changed its owner.
Determined to sign the divorce agreement, Zhou Ya lit up all the wedding photos that recorded her former happiness. In the flames soaring into the sky, she thought that what was burned away was the past, and what would be ushered in would be liberation. However, the cruelty of life goes far beyond that. From the generous "Mrs. Chen" to a single mother struggling for survival, Zhou Ya and her young son Xuan Ang stumbled forward among the thorns of reality. Workplace discrimination, financial pressure, the tears of her children and the occasional interference from her ex-husband almost crushed her.
Just as she was struggling to stand up again from the ashes, her four-year-old son held up the faded silver ring, looked at her with clear eyes, and asked a childish and heart-wrenching question: "Mom, can this fix Dad?"
This question was like a beam of light, suddenly shining into the deepest desolation in her heart.
