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.

a streetlamp, a small girl in worn clothes hopped across chalk-drawn squares, finally landing triumphantly on the last one

out-then came

age as they

jumped rope next, and-again-she

light faded, then

her English teacher announced loudly, "Let's all congratulate Mila for winning first

class

girl beamed, "I

school, then scored in the top ten nationwide to enroll at

the light faded and

her steps from hesitant to sure. She fought her way forward, carving a path through thorns and hardship, yet always surrounded by the music of triumph and confidence shining in her

stood in the darkness, watching this younger, ever-brighter version of herself blossom beneath the warm light. Her chest ached with

then, one day, the

for seven long

forever. Suddenly, the light blazed back. Under its glow stood Mila as

two faced each other in

into 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

rained down

petals, the younger Mila pointed at her and burst out laughing, "I win! We

felt light

up, she saw her younger

her and shouted, "No crying!

into

"Yes. We are winners."

look-one young, one grown-and

words of that strange blind monk she'd met near

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