Xiao Yu's voice echoed in Su Huijing's and Le Yi's ears.
It sent violent tremors through their hearts.
"The fact that you two were living together couldn't stay hidden after all. Su Huijing, your parents cut you off financially. They wanted to force you to come home. But they didn't know you had already registered your marriage."
"Without that financial support, your lives fell into complete disarray. You couldn't even sustain the last trace of romance. Every day held nothing but reality and the helplessness of poverty."
"Su Huijing, the you of today can't imagine it, can you? In the future, you'll work as a waitress for a monthly salary of just over two thousand. To avoid being pressured into sexual favors, you'll be forced to change jobs again and again. Yet right now, you might spend one or two thousand on a single shopping trip."
"You also can't imagine that your poetry, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting won't earn you any money at all. Between working, earning money, and covering household expenses, not only will you have no time for recreation, you won't even have the energy left for romance. Housework, cooking, and work will fill your entire life. You'll grow tired, numb, and lost."
"When you discover that the love you sacrificed everything for amounts to nothing more than daily necessities, an empty home, and the back of a man who is always sleeping from exhaustion-and that this will go on forever-you'll finally begin to feel regret."
"Once that feeling appears, it's like poison. You'll never be able to erase it. You'll no longer be a romantic, literary girl whose world consists only of 'poetry and distant horizons'... instead, you'll become a housewife who pinches pennies every day."
"Finally, an ordinary marital argument will ignite the conflict, and