“Don’t you want a father for our children? Can you raise them all alone? Do you really want me to die? Would you rather be a widow? Can you imagine that?”
Mei remained seemingly deaf. She was thinking in despair. Her normal thoughts would be her children, her only joy. She, if necessary, would sacrifi ce her own life for her sons. However, the past swelled, and the vow bewildered her. The intention of living for her was to marry a man and bear him children. Wasn’t it? Hadn’t her life been following this path? What more was there for her to crave? She was just an ordinary person. But wasn’t her life ordinary enough?