Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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.

hopped across chalk-drawn squares, finally landing triumphantly on the last one labeled

flickered out-then came back

a group of girls her age as they wove friendship bracelets together.

rope next, and-again-she

then flared

the front of the classroom, her English teacher announced loudly, "Let's all congratulate Mila for winning first prize

whole class erupted in

the girl beamed,

the state, she entered high school, then scored in the top ten nationwide to enroll at Northpoint University. College brought

the light faded and returned,

the girl grew up a little more—her clothes changing from ragged to bright, her steps from hesitant to sure. She fought her way forward, carving a path through thorns and hardship, yet always

this younger, ever-brighter version of herself blossom beneath the warm light. Her chest ached

then, one day,

seven long

pressed in for what felt like forever. Suddenly, the light blazed back. Under its glow stood Mila as a teenager, arms filled with flowers, silently watching the

two faced each other

a radiant smile. She strode forward, grabbed the heavy chain on Mila's wrist, and gave it a sharp yank-the chain shattered with a thunderous

down on Mila's

Mila pointed at her and

felt light

up, she saw her younger self laughing with wild joy, and

her and

lips curled into

"Yes. We are winners."

young, one grown-and

that Mila finally understood the words of that strange blind monk