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After getting off the plane, I didn’t bother moving around or changing places, just found a hotel and slept until it was dark. I’m picky about beds, but surprisingly, I slept deeply. I felt like I slept for a long time, vaguely hearing my phone ring multiple times. I didn’t answer, letting it ring out. Until the phone battery died, I drifted back to sleep. When I opened my eyes again, four days had passed. While I was refreshed, I felt a bit
scared. What if I died here, and no one knew?
My phone was full of missed calls and WhatsApp messages. I casually replied to a few that seemed important. I called my parents. individually. They hadn’t lived together for a long time, delaying the divorce. It wasn’t because of me. The main reason was that the people they saw outside didn’t want status-just happiness. They both found it troublesome. After all, a lifetime passes quickly, and they’d be buried together eventually. Besides loving to travel, they were… fine in other respects.
I once thought I could accept such a marriage. After all, it was just a lack of love. At least they respected each other. But later, I realized my parents could maintain such a marriage because they never had love to begin with, Naturally, whatever the other did didn’t matter. Ryan and i had loved each other. We both knew what it was like to love someone, so I couldn’t accept such a marriage. He couldn’t accept Emma White’s
death either.
After hanging up, I received two transfers. I can’t deny they didn’t love each other, but they tried to give me love. Ryan also called me, but! didn’t answer, choosing to ignore it. We were divorced–nothing to entangle. I stayed in the hotel for a few more days, suddenly realizing i seemed to have nowhere to go. Thanks to the good fortune of being born into a well–off family, with the help of my parents and Ryan, I had witnessed many things others couldn’t for a long time. Before marriage, whenever there was a break, I’d drag my classmates on trips. The vast northwest, the northern lights of Scandinavia, a dreamy yet childish journey chasing light. Lying in a wilderness tent at night, gazing at the sparse stars hidden in the clouds. Back then, I dared to think, chase, and act, doing whatever I wanted immediately. But after marriage, I could only be Mrs. Carter, not embarrassing Ryan. Now, I’m free.
