When the camel cashmere sweater is put into the donation box, when the note of "Chen Kai" is changed to "Mr. Chen", when the wedding room keys are placed side by side with the faded plastic bear - Lin Wei's life always reveals surprising sobriety in seemingly casual moments.
She was once the envied Mrs. Chen, who lived in a house with three balconies and guarded her husband who could send roses by air. But when the price tags at the duty-free shop were smudged with sweat, and "Ms. Su" on the assistant's itinerary became more and more conspicuous, she didn't cry or make a fuss. She just left the place next to the imported coffee machine for the pickle jar sent by her mother.
She used her audit report bonus to replace her mother's washing machine, insisted on using her membership card points at the supermarket, and replaced Mr. Chen's unfulfilled promises with real stability. The past about wedding rings, Porsches, and CFOs eventually turned into the smell of toast wafting from the kitchen and the ever-fresh bottle of daisies on the windowsill.
This is not a heartbreaking break, but a woman slowly seeing the path she wants to take in the folds of marriage. When the bubble of love shattered on the tiles of reality, she bent down to wipe off the water stains, turned around and walked towards the subway station, her footsteps lighter than ever.
Intention: The world is awake