If I had taken the envelope back to my rented room that night and believed my aunt-in-law when she promised to make up the difference the next morning…
Every step that followed would have sent me plunging back into the abyss of my previous life.
“Uncle, this one thousand yuan saved your life.”
He shook his head and looked at me.
“Wanwan, it saved both of us.”
When I got home that night, I tucked the plastic pouch deep inside my bookshelf, next to a folder of documents.
On the first page of the folder, I wrote a few lines as a reminder to myself in this new life:
Let the records speak for themselves.
Outside the window, the moon was full and round.
I cut myself a slice of mooncake.
It was sweet.
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