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Later, I went abroad, followed researchers for
academic exchanges, experienced a richer,
broader ocean of knowledge, and met many
like–minded individuals.
My life was free from the shackles of the
past, the shadow of my family.
Just as I had hoped, step by step, little by
little, I was walking towards my own life. When I returned to China for a class reunion,
the dorm leader casually mentioned Willow.
Only then did I learn that Willow, trying to trap
Josh, went to his family when she was four
months pregnant, hoping to become Mrs.
Josh because of the child.
But Josh’s mother was a tough one. She took
Willow directly to get an abortion.
Which unexpectedly resulted in Willow being
unable to conceive again.
My parents were going crazy, fighting with
Josh’s family non–stop.
And Willow, learning this, drove her car into
Josh in a fit of madness.
The dorm leader clicked her tongue: “Those two are crazy. Unimaginable.” Others echoed: “It’s karma, though.”
“Yeah, she treated you so badly. Your parents were too biased, they spoiled Willow rotten.”
I listened, my heart wasn’t exactly unmoved. But there was no sense of revengeful
satisfaction.
After all these years, I no longer cared about
what happened to those people, their
circumstances, their outcomes.
The wounds my family inflicted hadn’t fully
healed, but thicker scabs had formed.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
I firmly believed that.
Someone might defeat me in this life, but no
one could ever crush me.
If I failed, I would just pick myself up again
and again.
く
And continue walking my own path.
I would succeed eventually.
Just like, when spring comes, the flowers will
always bloom.
