We’d been married for three years, and Wang Yuheng couldn’t have cared less about me.

He never took a single word I said seriously. No matter what I told him, he’d agree readily—but never follow through.

Even the day I got into a car accident, he’d said he’d be right there. Yet I waited an entire day and night, and not a trace of him appeared.

Later, I found out the truth. That day, he’d braved a downpour to kneel and climb the ninety-nine steps of Puti Temple, just to fulfill his blind sister-in-law’s wish.

And that sister-in-law? She was the woman he’d loved but never had—the one who haunted his heart like an unshakable memory.

So I gave up on him. I asked for a divorce. As always, he didn’t even look up from his work, replying casually: “Sure. I’ll go anywhere you want.”

But then… he dropped to his knees at my feet, his body trembling violently. For the first time ever, his eyes held a clear reflection of me. He stared up at me, voice cracking with despair, and asked:

“Why didn’t you tell me it was you who donated your corneas to me back then?”

……

It was because Wang Yuheng had mentioned craving the preserved vegetables from my grandfather’s house that I’d driven over a hundred kilometers just to get them.

On my way back, the accident happened. When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor told me he’d already notified my husband—he’d be here soon.

I didn’t dare close my eyes for a second, terrified I’d miss his arrival.

But in the end, I waited a whole day and night, and he never showed up. I could’ve been discharged long ago, but I’d dragged my feet, clinging to the last shred of hope.

Swallowing down my crushing disappointment, I checked myself out alone. I stepped out into the pouring rain and headed home.

Only to find him there, sharing a warm, cheerful meal with his sister-in-law.

His sister-in-law had lost her sight in an accident. She’d had a chance to recover, but her husband’s sudden death had shattered her. Grief and rage had stolen her vision permanently.

Wang Yuheng worried she’d overthink things if she stayed alone. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, he’d bring her over to our house.

But I’d just been in a car accident! How could he still act so nonchalant? Was his wife’s safety really less important than keeping his sister-in-law company?

Under the soft, golden lamplight, they chatted and laughed like they were the only ones in the world. Meanwhile, I stood at the doorway, soaked to the bone like a drowned rat, clutching a bag of waterlogged preserved vegetables. I felt like a total outsider—an unwelcome intruder in my own home.

Wang Yuheng was wearing a white hoodie, looking relaxed and comfortable. His gaze on his sister-in-law was gentle and warm, nothing like the exhausted businessman he usually was after work.

He hadn’t been busy at all. So why hadn’t he come to the hospital?

At the moment of the crash, I’d thought I was going to die. My mind had flashed through every memory of Wang Yuheng and me, like a movie reel playing on loop. I’d felt such deep regret, thinking I’d never get to say a proper goodbye. I’d even worried about how heartbroken he’d be when he found out.

But now? It was clear I’d just been fooling myself. He didn’t care at all.

I stared at him for so long that he finally sensed my presence and glanced over. I turned my head away awkwardly, and tears spilled down my cheeks. I wiped them away quickly, my heart pounding, waiting for him to say something—anything.

Wang Yuheng leaned down and murmured something to his sister-in-law. Then he stood up, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into the bedroom. He picked up a towel and tossed it at my head:

“Next time you forget an umbrella, call the driver. Don’t make yourself look so *undignified*.”