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Zhang Xiaohui's cries gradually weakened, as if all her strength had been drained away. Lin Jin looked at her, feeling an inexplicable anger and helplessness—not towards Zhang Xiaohui, but towards herself. She realized that she was experiencing a similar struggle but had never found the courage to change. Zhang Xiaohui's tears were like a mirror, laying bare her own vulnerability and helplessness.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Jin continued softly, "Xiaohui, you must learn to love yourself and rediscover the meaning of life. You can find a new direction." The moment those words left her lips, Lin Jin suddenly realized that she was also speaking to herself. While encouraging Zhang Xiaohui, she was simultaneously encouraging her own spirit.
That night, Lin Jin sat alone at home, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall. She reflected on what she had said to Zhang Xiaohui, and a thought began to form in her mind. She understood that she could no longer continue this way; she could not live in this self-deceiving marriage any longer, nor could she keep draining herself in a relationship that had long lost its meaning.
She began to reflect on the issues within her marriage, questioning whether her endurance and sacrifices were truly worthwhile. She recalled the days when she was in love with Zhou Kai; those beautiful moments still felt vivid, yet now they seemed so distant, as if they belonged to someone else's story.
Lin Jin knew it was time for a change. She could no longer escape or choose silence out of fear of losing something. She needed to live for herself and make a brave decision about her life.
Over several evenings, she poured all her emotions into a small notebook—the sweetness of the past, the pain of the present, and the uncertainty of the future. With each page she filled, it felt as though a weight lifted from her heart. She gradually clarified her thoughts and understood what she needed to do.
On that cold morning, Lin Jin finally made her decision. Standing in her bedroom, she looked at the items filled with memories around her. The smiles in photo frames, the little trinkets on the bookshelf, even the lamp that she and Zhou Kai had chosen together—all seemed to narrate their once-beautiful story. Yet these warm fragments felt like an invisible net trapping her freedom.
She began packing her bags, folding each piece of clothing neatly into her suitcase, memories flooding her mind with every item. Each piece seemed to have its own story—some worn during travels with Zhou Kai, others carefully prepared for special occasions—but now these memories suffocated her. Taking a deep breath, she zipped up the suitcase as if bidding farewell to her past self.
Moving out of their shared home was a difficult choice, but she knew it was the first step toward independence. That day, Lin Jin rented a small yet cozy apartment near downtown. It took her several days to find this place; though not large, it was filled with sunlight and fresh air, with views of distant green trees and the city skyline that brought comfort to her heart.
The moving process was simple yet filled with emotional fluctuations as each item was packed and transported. Every action felt like peeling away the shackles of her old life, gradually freeing herself from Zhou Kai's shadow. She gently placed each piece of furniture into boxes, fingers brushing over surfaces worn by time, waves of emotion rising within her—both reluctance and relief—as if saying goodbye to those once-warm but now faded memories.
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