My ex-husband, a famous photographer, passed away.
I am not sad, unhappy, emotionless, and extremely indifferent.
When I attended his funeral, it was as if I had been invited by his mother to a dinner without him, nothing more.
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I was born ordinary, but because of him, I was given countless extraordinary chips. But it is also like a weight, pulling me like an abyss of inferiority.
How can I pray so that I can climb up to the sun, be truly free, and truly face myself as a person...
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After the death of her ex-husband, an ordinary woman is constantly broken and reorganized between the past and the present, and she continues to grow into herself.
Purpose: We are never redeemed by anyone, and we do not have to redeem anyone.