After my sister passed away, Jiang Huaizhou treated me like her substitute.
He married me, yet he despised me.
Outside our marriage, he kept one lover after another.
He even mocked me, saying, “Even with Weiwei dead, you will never compare to her.”
He belittled me until I was worth less than nothing.
But then I remembered that there had once been someone who said to me:
“Yinyin, no one else matters. You matter most.”