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.

streetlamp, a small girl in worn clothes hopped across 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 and

light flickered out-then

now, sitting with a group of girls her age as they wove friendship bracelets together. At the end,

jumped rope

faded, then flared up

at her desk. At the front of the classroom, her English teacher announced loudly,

whole class erupted

the girl beamed, "I

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

light faded and returned, another

She fought her way forward, carving a path through thorns and hardship, yet always surrounded by the music of triumph and

version of herself blossom beneath the warm light. Her chest

then, one day, the

for seven

Under its glow stood Mila as a teenager, arms filled

faced each other in

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

down on Mila's

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

Mila's hand felt

her now-unbound wrist, stunned by the overwhelming sense of freedom. Looking up, she saw her younger self laughing with wild joy, and tears sprang

at her and shouted,

lips curled into a

"Yes. We are winners."

shared a look-one young, one

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

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