A cold feeling spread from the back of his head, with a sticky warmth that obscured Orange's vision.
In front of her was Zhang Jian's ferocious and panicked face. His fist was still hanging in the air. The hard push just now made her hit the solid wood corner of the dining table hard.
The moment the severe pain exploded, Orange had no hatred, only endless exhaustion and regret.
I regret taking the orange-flavored soda from him when I was seventeen. I regret marrying him naked despite my family's objections. I regret having to bear children for him and become a shameless woman. I regret seeing his true colors of cheating, indifference and domestic violence, but still being trapped in this rotten marriage.
They were puppy love, the envy of others from their school uniforms to their wedding dresses, and what she once thought would be her whole life.
But in the end, she died under his violence, in that rental house filled with soot and quarrels, at the age of thirty-three, when she was most desperate.
At the last moment when his consciousness dissipated, Orange had only one thought——
If she had it to do over again, she would never love Zhang Jian again.
I will never have anything to do with him again.
