The year I turned 32, I got divorced. With my child in tow, I had only 200 yuan to my name.
Everyone said my life was over.
Then I met him.
He was a brooding business mogul who struck fear into the whole industry, yet he would fight me for a bottle of discounted soy sauce in the supermarket.
He would wait five hours while I worked overtime, just to bring me a bowl of hot congee.
When the whole world doubted me, he would take my hand and say, “She’s mine.”
I guarded my heart carefully, afraid to trust anyone again.
But he spent three years making me believe that
I deserve to be loved.
