share time: 2026-02-18 12:39:26
Lin Wan squatted in the kitchen, rubbing her swollen wrist as the bone soup bubbled—it was the fifth year she’d made height-boosting soup for her stepson Lu Xiaochuan. But half an hour ago, this 14-year-old boy had yelled "homewrecker" at her in front of the entire parent-teacher meeting. She’d given up her designer career for this family, cared for his ailing father until his death, and even missed her grandmother’s last moments—all because Lu Xiaochuan had a 40°C fever then. Her husband Lu Mingcheng stood at the corridor’s end, in the same crisp suit as when he proposed, but his eyes held only faint tiredness, like he was looking at an unreasonable stranger. Clutching the silver bracelet her grandma left her, she remembered her final words: "Wanwan, if it’s hard, turn back." But she’d turned back for five years, and all she saw was an empty eave and a heart slowly cooling. This marriage she’d poured her everything into? It had always been her sacrifice alone.
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