Yes, she was always complaining without cause, possibly an autistic patient. No one could pull her out or enter her world, and she was powerless, allowing herself to sink repeatedly into darkness. Her life had started on the wrong path, with an uncertain future, and looking back revealed only emptiness, indicating this path was impassable.
She was always wasting her life.
Her trembling hands reached the window frame, her near-transparent face entering the sunlight, her colorless lips moving with indistinct moans…
“Save me… Someone save me… Save me.”
The light streaming through the window completely surrounded her, and she simply covered her face, weeping silently.
The maid said the phone was for the master, who wanted to speak with her. In other words, her husband, who was almost a stranger yet should have been the closest, wanted to talk to her?
She nervously picked up the receiver, barely whispering “Hello” before falling silent, like a schoolchild waiting to be scolded by a strict teacher.
Fortunately, the man on the other end was well aware and did not expect a precise response. Knowing she had answered, he issued his instructions (no communication needed, as he already knew she had no understanding of such):
“Susu, this is Tang Hua. I hope what I’m about to say won’t trouble you. This should have been discussed face-to-face, but I believe meeting would make you uncomfortable, so I’m not doing that.” After a pause, Tang Hua, ensuring her full attention, spoke word by word: “I want a divorce. The lawyer Wang will explain the details. But first: First, you don’t need to leave where you’re currently living. Second, besides the 7 million your parents left you, I’ll transfer 300,000 to your account monthly for your expenses, accumulating to 1 million, which I’ll put in fixed deposits or investment funds, with monthly financial reports. You can also see Xuexiao once a month, if you wish. If you have any questions, speak with Lawyer Wang. Okay?” Finally, he finished his decision, asking with little room for consultation.
Seven years of marriage had never truly communicated with her. She would always respond with panicked eyes, hastily shifting her gaze elsewhere, let alone provide her own opinion. She could say nothing, would say nothing.
