The day Chen Mo slapped the divorce papers down on the table, Lin Wan finally understood: a person could silently bear everything alone, then hand you a single sheet of paper.
“It's Su Yao again, isn't it?”
He didn't answer. She thought he was brushing her off. Only later did she realize he was simply too tired to explain anymore.
On the day she was diagnosed with severe depression, she sat on the hospital steps and basked in the sun for a long time. “I knew it.” She didn't cry. She just suddenly understood: I'd been like this for a long time, so long that I thought this was how normal people lived.
She moved out. She ate alone, painted alone, and stood on the balcony alone, turning her palm toward the sun.
He came back in the middle of the night to pick up some documents. He paused as he passed through the living room, but said nothing. The door closed again. She told herself, Tomorrow, I won't go stand under that tree.
Later, he stood below the apartment she rented, clutching a sketch from more than ten years ago.
“The day you lost it, I found it.”
There are no perfect partners, only two people willing to keep adjusting to each other and finding salvation together.
Letting go of obsession and learning to be understanding, they discover that the best marriage is one in which, even after enduring the dust and hardship, you still choose to take each other's hand.
A very down-to-earth book, it made me feel the same way. Come on