On the day of the divorce, my ex-husband came over with a bill for early education expenses worth 30,000 yuan.
I only have five hundred and eighty-two dollars left in my pocket.
Use all your belongings to buy an old doll that was broken into seventeen pieces.
No one knew that this pile of fragments would allow me to turn from nothing to a millionaire restoration blogger.
Ten years of marriage, with sensitive entanglements, ended up in vain.
Under the lamp late at night, what I am repairing is not ceramics, but a broken life.
Behind every old thing, there is a human story.
Every restoration is a rebirth.
Single mothers are not terrible, and it doesn't matter if their lives are broken.
As long as you don't give up, light can grow in the cracks.
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The writing is delicate and can touch people's hearts.
The writing is delicate and can touch people's hearts.