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Li Wenbo nodded, feeling a sense of relief in his heart. He knew that Dai Xinyi's presence had once been a knot between him and Fang Jing Shu, but now, that knot seemed to have unraveled.
"Let's go," Li Wenbo said, taking Fang Jing Shu's hand and turning to leave the garden. Wangcai obediently followed behind them, occasionally glancing back as if reluctant to part from Dai Xinyi and the children.
A gentle evening breeze swept through, and Dai Xinyi adjusted her coat. The laughter of the children in the garden gradually faded away, leaving only the dim yellow glow of the streetlights casting long shadows on her figure.
Li Wenbo and Fang Jing Shu's silhouettes disappeared into the night, and an indescribable feeling surged within her. She recalled how just a few months ago, she had hysterically stormed out of the wedding venue, as if it were the end of the world. Looking back now, she realized how childish and ridiculous she had been at that time.
The next morning, Dai Xinyi submitted her resignation to her boss. Her superior looked surprised and offered several attempts to persuade her to stay, citing the company's current need for talent and how they valued her abilities. Dai Xinyi merely smiled politely, providing little explanation. She knew she needed a fresh start, a complete departure from her past environment.
While packing her belongings, Dai Xinyi came across a photo of herself with Li Wenbo. In the picture, they both wore bright smiles, as if all the beauty in the world had been captured in that moment. She gently traced Li Wenbo's face with her fingers, feeling a lump in her throat as tears nearly fell.
It’s all in the past. Taking a deep breath, Dai Xinyi placed the photo into an exquisite wooden box. Along with the picture, the box contained small trinkets Li Wenbo had given her: a seashell, a hand-woven necklace, and an adorable teddy bear—each item holding a cherished memory.
Closing the box made Dai Xinyi feel an emptiness in her heart, as if she had lost something important. But she understood that she must look forward and not dwell on the past.
Before leaving, Dai Xinyi wrote a letter to Li Wenbo. The content was simple—no complaints or accusations—just gratitude for the beautiful memories he had given her and wishes for his happiness with Fang Jing Shu. After finishing the letter, she felt much lighter, as if she had shed a heavy burden.
She sealed the letter, affixed a stamp to it, and dropped it into the mailbox at the entrance of her community. Watching it disappear into the depths of the mailbox, Dai Xinyi turned away from this place where she had lived for many years without a trace of nostalgia.
The roar of the high-speed train gradually faded away as Dai Xinyi stood beneath the gray sky with her suitcase in tow. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with unfamiliar damp air.
Everything here was different from what she knew—the streets were unfamiliar, faces unknown—only towering office buildings and indifferent crowds rushed by. A sense of confusion welled up inside her but was quickly replaced by an emotion called liberation. Leaving this city and those memories was all she wanted to do at that moment.
Life in this new city proved to be much more challenging than Dai Xinyi had imagined. She rented a cramped studio apartment with peeling walls and old furniture; the bathroom emitted an unshakeable musty odor. To save money, she cooked for herself every day, settling for bland vegetable and tofu soup as her daily fare.
Dai Xinyi found a job as a copywriter at an advertising agency called Chuangxiang. During the interview, she put on a brave face and showcased her best self.
However, when she actually began working there, she realized everything was vastly different from what she was used to. Her colleagues were sharp and capable; competition was fierce; one misstep could lead to elimination.
Her first project served as a harsh wake-up call. The client was a difficult real estate developer with demanding requirements who insisted on numerous revisions. Dai Xinyi pulled several all-nighters just to produce a draft.
In the end, the proposal was ruthlessly criticized by the client who claimed her ideas lacked originality and were nothing short of garbage. Feeling wronged and on the verge of tears, Dai Xinyi held back her emotions and quietly revised her work.
"Hey, don’t be discouraged! Old Huang is like that—hard on the outside but soft on the inside." A cheerful voice rang out beside Dai Xinyi.
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