Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 352

Chapter 344

"Mila."

"Mila, over here! This way!"

"Mila!"

A woman dressed in deep crimson robes walked through the night, the faint scent

of incense drifting around her. The distant calls echoed through the darkness, swirling closer and closer, drawing her forward.

The night was thick and heavy.

Step by step, she moved ahead, drawn toward the voices.

They grew clearer-closer.

But just then, a sudden weight yanked at her arm. Metal clanked loudly. She looked down and found, without knowing when or how, a heavy chain had coiled around her wrist, its weight and pressure pinning her in place.

Where had this chain come from?

She glanced around, but the world had vanished into utter blackness. The mountains, the stony path-gone, swallowed by the dark.

Out of nowhere, a child's laughter rang out behind her.

"One, two, three... Heaven! Hahaha, I made it to heaven-I win!"

Startled, she turned.

chalk-drawn squares, finally landing triumphantly on the last one labeled "Heaven." She threw her arms up in victory, while several other children nearby clapped

light flickered out-then came

a group of girls her age as

girl jumped rope next,

light faded, then flared up

in middle school, sitting at her desk. At the front of the classroom, her English teacher announced loudly, "Let's all congratulate Mila for

whole class erupted

girl

high school, then scored in the top ten nationwide to enroll at Northpoint University. College brought more competitions, more national awards-her

faded

bright, her steps from hesitant to sure. She fought her way forward, carving a

in the darkness, watching this younger, ever-brighter version of herself blossom

one day, the

for seven long

its glow stood Mila as a teenager, arms filled

each other

a moment, the younger Mila broke into a radiant smile. She strode forward, grabbed the heavy chain on Mila's wrist, and gave it a sharp yank-the chain

rained down on

Mila pointed at her

hand felt light as

her now-unbound wrist, stunned by the overwhelming sense of freedom. Looking up, she saw her younger self

at her and shouted, "No crying! We're

curled into a

"Yes. We are winners."

shared a look-one young,

Mila finally understood the words of that strange blind monk she'd met near the church all those years

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