The sweetness pouring into Ye Buyu nearly drowned her.
Then marriage followed on its heels.
On the very first day conflict erupted, Ye Buyu already felt a little like dying.
She thought, Why not leave? If you can't get along, leave. What could be more normal?
But the emotions flowing into her told her that the woman couldn't bear to let go-of the feelings she had invested, or of her current life, which was still passable.
Even more than that, she was afraid: afraid to step outside the circle she had grown accustomed to, afraid to face a world that was no longer familiar to her.
Caught between the two, she settled for muddling through.
Ye Buyu admitted that her own view was narrow. She hadn't lived the woman's life, yet she had taken it for granted that leaving was easy.
But for someone who had already planned out her future, abandoning her current life to face an unknown situation was no simple matter.
It was like having a job that was enjoyable at first, one you felt you could do for the rest of your life, with excellent pay and benefits.
But one day, the job suddenly turned rotten. You were getting on in years, and you didn't have much saved up. Should you cling to this somewhat revolting job, or go straight into unemployment and unlock the "starting over in old age" stage? That was a question.
Ye Buyu sighed and groaned, feeling as though this unending suffering was about to wear away all her spirit.
Compared to the sharp pain of a blow to the head, the misery of being trapped in a mire with no way out was harder to bear and more draining.
Only when the woman died did she finally open the book containing