I died once.
In that long-planned car accident, my soul sank into darkness, and another woman took over my body.
During the five years she lived for me, Gu Yechen lost me every day.
The man who drew my first sketch for me on a rainy night, the man who only I could comfort during an emotional disorder, the man who collapsed outside the operating room to the point where he needed to be injected with sedatives before he could sign a critical illness notice——
He held "me" in his arms, but felt empty in his arms.
He didn't know why "I" stopped painting, why "I" looked at him like a stranger, and why "I" insisted on going abroad after giving birth to Xingxing.
He signed the separation agreement, and then spent countless late nights standing alone at the door of the nursery, looking at the child whose eyebrows looked like mine, without saying a word.
Five years.
He waited five years.
Wait until he doesn't know the real me who is still in this world.
And when I woke up, the child was four and a half years old.
He looked at me with eyes that looked very much like his father's and said calmly: "You are not my mother. My mother has no stars in her eyes."
I don't know how to tell him that my mother is back.
Mom is really back.
