On the third day of junior high school, he was her heartbeat in midsummer and the light of her entire youth.
In high school, there was a misunderstanding, and they got separated in a sea of people, each living in peace.
In college, they reunited after a long separation, and old feelings rekindled. She thought that it was him again after going round and round.
Getting married and having children, she thought was perfection, but she didn't know it was an abyss.
He became famous, and she became a housewife. In the end, she said, "It's just a show."
She neither cried nor made trouble, got a clean divorce, and left for a foreign country with her two children.
In ten years, she was reborn from nirvana, had a son and a daughter, and was radiant.
When I returned to China, I met him on the street. He was dressed in rags and was begging for a living.
She held her excellent children and walked past them calmly, without squinting.
"Who are you?"
"A stranger."
From school uniforms to wedding dresses, from deep love to strangers, from hell to heaven, I finally live like I don't need you.
