But what good is regret?
Can time be reversed?
Is it possible to go back to the time three years ago before I met Song Ruhai?
She can't anymore, what should she do?
Song Ruhai refused to let her go, and her mother ignored her completely.
Can she keep going?
What reason is there to keep going?
I'm tired of crying.
Nami Ozawa looked up, pulled out a few tissues from her bag, and wiped away her tears.
He started the car blankly and slowly drove out of the underground parking garage.
The sun had already set, and the setting sun moved slowly through the thick clouds, casting a blood-red glow through them.
Nami Ozawa gazed through the window at the blood-red sunset on the horizon, her eyes slightly narrowed.
So beautiful, with an indescribable eerie beauty.
My chest felt incredibly heavy, and my heart was still throbbing violently, making it hard to breathe.
Before we knew it, we had driven to a nearby primary school.
Parents crowded at the door waiting for their children.
Nami Ozawa inexplicably parked her car at the school gate.
Because her sports car was so eye-catching, several parents cast envious glances at her.
Ozawa Nami unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth. Over the past three years, too many people had envied her. At first, she could still find a little balance and a sense of superiority in the envious gazes of others.
Despite being a victim of domestic violence, she appears happy to outsiders and is the envy of everyone.
But now she's completely numb; she knows that everything she owns has a price tag.
No matter how nice her car is, how expensive her bag is, or how nice her clothes are, she can't hide the trauma she has suffered both physically and emotionally.
The bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.
Students poured out, and parents, seeing their children emerge, excitedly rushed forward to greet them.
The gaze one gives to their own child is gentle and appreciative.
Nami Ozawa's gaze settled on a pretty little girl who looked somewhat like herself when she was a child.
The little girl's parents looked to be in their early thirties, and the mother was holding a very large object.
The two said a few words to their daughter, which Ozawa Nami couldn't hear, but judging from their expressions, they were probably expressing concern.
Then the father picked up his daughter, and the mother handed her over. The daughter's face was filled with a happy smile.
Ozawa Nami's tears, which she had managed to hold back, welled up again uncontrollably.
This harmonious and happy family of three is very heartwarming to outsiders.
But for her, this scene was like a sharp dagger stabbing into her heart.
Why is it that at the same age, she always faced a father who drank every day and beat her at the slightest disagreement, and a mother who was meek and submissive and could only cry and complain about her fate?
Why was she sold by her father to work in a creditor's bar to pay off debts when she should have been receiving an education and studying properly?
Why, after her father's death, is she left with so much debt to pay off?
Why is it that after she and her mother finally escaped to Xia Kingdom and were about to pay off their debts, her mother suddenly fell seriously ill, but she couldn't afford the medical expenses?
Why did she encounter the treacherous Song Ruhai when she couldn't afford medical expenses?
Why did she finally lose patience after being abused by Song Ruhai for three years and seek comfort from her mother, only to be told by her mother to endure it for the sake of money?
Why? Why?
She couldn't understand why she could never control her own destiny, why she could never climb out of the abyss...
Filled with doubt, Ozawa Nami started the car again.
He drove to his pre-marital residence.
I climbed upstairs, unlocked the door with my key, turned on the light, and gazed at the warm and familiar furnishings inside, lost in thought.
She bought this house after saving up for a long time as a model before her marriage.
Not long after buying the house, her mother fell seriously ill. She wanted to sell the house to pay for her mother's treatment, but she had only paid the down payment and it was difficult to sell.
My mother's illness can't be delayed.
If she hadn't bought that house back then, she might not have been forced into a corner and had to marry Song Ruhai to pay for her mother's medical treatment.
Oh well, since it's all in the past, there's no need to regret it.
Ozawa Nami stopped thinking about it and silently went into the bathroom.
Standing under the showerhead, the cold water soaked my skin, and the mottled scars on my body began to sting painfully.
Nami Ozawa stood motionless in place; compared to the heartache, the physical pain seemed less unbearable.
After taking a shower, Ozawa Nami changed into a white silk nightgown. Standing in front of the mirror at the sink, she gazed at her haggard yet still beautiful reflection, lost in thought.
I don't know what he's thinking about.
After watching for a while, he returned to the bedroom, bent down, pulled down the bedside table drawer, and took out a bottle of unopened sleeping pills.
She has always had trouble sleeping, so she keeps sleeping pills in her room.
Nami Ozawa unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the pills into her hand.
Looking at the handful of pills in his palm, just as he was about to put them in his mouth.
Ozawa Nami suddenly remembered Su Luo, and her hand holding the pills froze in mid-air.
Without a doubt, there are still people in this world she cherishes.
However, she knew Su Luo well. Before she got a divorce, even if he really liked her, he wouldn't accept her because she had a husband.
Her only chance is to wait for Song Ruhai to die, but once Song Ruhai dies, Song Lingshan will definitely try to reconcile with Su Luo immediately.
Song Lingshan is so assertive, Su Luo will definitely obediently make up with her.
So, she has no chance?
Is there really no chance?
Is there anything in this world that she still longs for?
...
Anning Residential Area, Room 303.
Su Luo took her daughter back to her room and told her to do her homework by herself.
Then, he retreated to his room, sat against the headboard, silently lit a cigarette, and exhaled a thin layer of white smoke.
He reached out and tapped the cigarette ash into the ashtray on the bedside table.
I glanced at the red jewelry box on the cabinet and was slightly lost in thought.
This is a safety amulet he bought for Nami Ozawa. He's been too busy lately to give it to her.
It seems that Nami hasn't contacted him since their last meeting.
Although she rarely contacts me on her own initiative, this time the interval has been far too long.
Su Luo felt a growing unease.
Could something have happened?
Thinking back to the strangulation marks I saw on her neck at the hot spring hotel, my right eyelid twitched uncontrollably.
There's a saying that a twitching left eyelid means good fortune, while a twitching right eyelid means bad luck.
Su Luo immediately stubbed out the cigarette he hadn't finished smoking in the ashtray.
Then he took out his phone, unlocked the screen with his finger, opened WeChat, and sent two messages to Nami Ozawa.
Time ticked by, and five minutes passed without a response.
Su Luo scrolled through Ozawa Nami's Moments again, and found it completely empty, with not a single post.
This is very wrong...
Her friend had quite a few updates before.
Without further hesitation, Su Luo found Ozawa Nami's phone number and immediately dialed it.
The call was answered after a ten-second notification sound.
"Nami-nee?"
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