For five years of marriage, all he ever said was “Mm” and “Okay.”
When she had a fever of 39 degrees and spent four hours tutoring students who’d been left behind, he went out to dinner alone and brought her back a box of cold fried noodles.
The vase broke. So did her heart.
The next day, she dragged her suitcase back to Beijing.
He crouched on the floor, picking up the thirty-two shards one by one.
What he didn’t know was that the inside of this 320-yuan antique-style vase was engraved with the vows he’d secretly written on their wedding night. He didn’t know that someone had hidden the largest shard for half a year. And he didn’t know that the vase would break again, and he’d spend nine months turning it into a piece of kintsugi called “Hundred Cracks.”
From thirty-two shards to sixty-two. From barely speaking to saying “I love you” three times a day. From silence to waiting for her at the station exit.
The one who left came back, and the broken pieces were joined again.
The best thing he ever did was pick up the broken pieces, one by one.
“Whatever breaks from now on, we’ll each fix half.”
“If you can’t finish, I’ll mend the rest.”
[He broke her heart and drove her away, then spent nine months putting the pieces back together.]
[Kintsugi repair x mending a broken relationship x chasing his wife to win her back]
In a nutshell: After she left, he finally learned to speak.
The story is interesting and the plot is good. I recommend reading it.