Don't Recite, Walk Toward Your Dreams

Wen Tang thought Tang Yu was her salvation, until she saw him holding his girlfriend’s hand, a keychain dangling from his fingertips, just like the one he had once given her. She didn’t cry that day. She simply deleted their photos together and replaced all her hopes of “having someone by her side” with a desk lamp in the dead of night and manuscripts that never seemed to end. She poured the humiliations of her lowest moments and the clarity she found after their breakup into her writing, rising from an unknown newcomer to a bestselling novelist whose books topped the charts. Later, long lines formed at her book signings. When someone brought up the boy who had once stayed with her through her darkest days, she smiled and pointed to the new book on the table. “He was just a passing view. I forged my own path through my writing.”