At the dining table, Lin Qi listened as Catherine complained about how busy work had been lately, but he saw none of the disgust that should have accompanied those complaints in her eyes.
There was only one thing... the joy of sharing.
Sometimes, a busy job could also be a source of joy.
This suddenly reminded Lin Qi of a phrase—
"Look! There's light in this person's eyes!"
Catherine seemed to notice the change in Lin Qi's smile. Of course, it was also possible that they had lived together for too long, or that she was simply sensitive. She suddenly asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like hearing about this?"
Lin Qi hurriedly waved his hands. "No, of course not. I'm just really glad that you've found the direction you wanted!"
Catherine froze for a moment, but she did not directly acknowledge it. She merely sat upright, smiling as she looked at Lin Qi.
Only after a long while did she say, "Thank you." "I'm really grateful to you. If it weren't for you, I might have ended up like most women, married to a man I didn't love and watching television alone every day while he went to work."
"Repeating the same endlessly repetitive life every day—cooking, washing clothes, tidying up, cleaning, and taking care of the children."
"You gave me a new life, Lin Qi!"
While following Ms. Tracy in the women's rights movement, Catherine had met too many women in need of help and learned about their families. At first, these women's experiences had shocked and saddened her.
For example, the first woman who had come to seek her help on her own was thirty-seven years old and already the mother of six children.
Yet her husband continued to have sex with her without restraint, abusing and beating