After the divorce, I didn't take away my ex-wife's keys, nor did I change the locks

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That day, the sun was shining, but it seemed to be a little ironic, mocking our broken marriage. Xiao Jing and I, who used to be the closest partners, are now in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, each going in different directions. Her back, resolute and determined, seemed to leave all the memories of the past behind.

I stood alone, and the divorce certificate in my hand was like a thousand pounds, weighing me down. That home, that harbor of laughter, was now only a closed door and a key that had never been recovered. I didn't take her key, I didn't change the door lock, maybe there was still a bit of luck in my heart, hoping that she would turn back, and that home would return to its former warmth.

The days passed unconsciously, and I still lived as usual, working, and going home, but there was an extra emptiness in my heart. On important days, I still prepare gifts for her, even if they end up lying quietly in the corner, no one cares. I began to avoid gatherings with my friends, afraid of their inquiries, afraid of those sympathetic glances. I shut myself off and faced this loss and pain alone.

Until that stormy night, I came home exhausted only to see the living room light on. Xiao Jing sat there, her eyes empty, tears streaming down her face. My heart throbbed, and I walked over and whispered about her arrival. She didn't answer, just wept silently. At that moment, it was as if I saw our shared vulnerability and helplessness.

We talked for a long time, reminiscing about the past, talking about the present, and looking forward to the future. We realize that divorce is just an impulse, and it is the pressures of life that make us lose patience and understanding of each other. We decided to start over, not to remarry, but to get to know each other again and re-establish that trust, just like newlyweds.

From that night on, Xiao Jing returned to this home, and our life returned to the starting point. We learned to communicate, we learned to understand, we learned to hug each other after an argument. That key is no longer a symbol of the past, but a testimony of our new beginning.

Now, whenever I see that key, I think of that stormy night and the courage we had to start over. We are grateful for that divorce because it taught us to cherish, to grow, and to make our love stronger and deeper.

On that day, the sun shone all over the earth, but it seemed to carry a trace of indescribable sadness, reflecting the figure of us who were about to part ways. Xiao Jing and I, our partners who once walked through the wind and rain hand in hand, are now in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and we have each chosen different paths. Her back stretched long in the sunlight, looking so resolute, as if she wanted to erase all the past.

I stood in place, the divorce certificate in my hand like a cold stone tablet, weighing heavily on my heart. The home, once full of laughter, was now so strange and indifferent, that all that was left was a closed door and a key that had never been returned. I haven't changed the locks, I haven't retrieved her keys, maybe there's still a glimmer of hope in my heart that she will change her mind and that we can start over.

The days passed in a dull way, and I still repeated the life of commuting to and from work, but the feeling of emptiness in my heart became stronger and stronger. I still prepare gifts for her on every important day, but those gifts end up lying quietly in the corner, no one cares. I began to drift away from my friends' gatherings, fearing their inquiries and stares, and I chose to close myself off and face the unspeakable pain alone.

However, life is always full of surprises. On that stormy night, I came home exhausted, only to find the living room light on. Xiao Jing sat there, his eyes empty and misty, as if he had lost his soul. I stepped forward and whispered about her arrival. She didn't answer, just silently wept. At that moment, I seemed to see our common vulnerability and helplessness, and also saw the love that has not disappeared in the depths of our hearts.

We started an in-depth conversation, reminiscing about the good old days and being honest about each other's hurts and misunderstandings. We realize that divorce is not a solution to the problem, but a cowardly manifestation of escapism. What we need is to regain that original intention and trust, and learn how to love and get along with each other again.

From that night on, Jing returned to this home, and we started a new life. We are not in a hurry to remarry, but like a couple in our first love, we get to know each other again and re-establish our relationship. We learn to listen and express, we learn to stay calm and rational in the midst of arguments. We understand that marriage is not a game, but a responsibility and commitment that needs to be managed with care.

Today, that key is no longer a symbol of the past, but a testimony of a new beginning. It reminds us to cherish the happiness in front of us, not to forget our original intention, and to be in love with each other. We are grateful for that divorce experience because it made us more mature and strong, and it also made us appreciate each other's existence more. We understand that true love needs to go through the baptism of wind and rain to be more firm and precious.

Although the sun was shining brightly, it was tingling, as if heralding the end of a relationship. Xiao Jing and I turned around in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, her back gradually blurred, with an indescribable determination.

I stood still, clutching the divorce certificate in my hand, like a sharp knife that cut through the last hope in my heart. The once warm home is now deserted and empty, leaving only a closed door and a lonely key. I didn't take back the keys or change the locks, as if I was still waiting for some kind of miracle to happen.

The days passed in the dull, and I tried to fill the emptiness in my heart with work, but in the dead of night, the loneliness came like a tide. I still prepare gifts for her on important days, but those carefully selected objects end up sitting quietly in the corner, uncared for. I gradually distanced myself from my friends, fearing their inquiries and concerns, and I chose to close myself off in my inner world.

However, fate always seems to like to joke inadvertently. One stormy night, I came home exhausted, only to find the living room light on. Xiao Jing sat there, his eyes hollow, tears running down his cheeks. I walked over and whispered about her arrival. She didn't answer, just silently wept, as if she wanted to pour out all her grievances and pain.

At that moment, I seemed to see the resonance and longing in our hearts. We started an in-depth conversation, reminiscing about the good old days and being honest about each other's hurts and misunderstandings. We realize that divorce is not a solution to the problem, but a cowardly manifestation of escapism. We need to regain that original intention and trust, and learn how to love and get along with each other again.

From that night on, Jing returned to my life, and we started a new mode of getting along. We are not in a hurry to remarry, but like lovers who meet for the first time, we get to know each other again and re-establish our relationship. We have learned to remain calm and rational in the midst of arguments, and we have learned to resolve conflicts with love and understanding.

Today, that key is no longer a symbol of the past, but a testimony of a new beginning. It reminds us to cherish the happy time in front of us, never forget our original intention, and work together. We are grateful for that divorce experience because it made us more mature and strong, and it also made us appreciate each other's existence more. We understand that true love needs to go through the baptism of wind and rain to be more firm and precious.

The sun was shining as usual, but with a bit of a piercing paleness, as if telling the end of a story. Xiao Jing and I each chose different paths in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and her back gradually faded away in the interplay of light and shadow, with a hint of unspeakable determination.

I stood there, holding the thin divorce certificate in my hand, which weighed down on my heart like a heavy stone, and I couldn't breathe. The home, once full of laughter, is now deserted and lonely, with only a closed door and a lonely key. I didn't take back the key, I didn't change the lock, as if I still had a trace of emotion in my heart that I couldn't let go.

The days passed slowly in the uneventful, and I tried to fill the emptiness in my heart with busy work, but when night fell, the loneliness came like a tidal wave, and I couldn't sleep. Although I still prepare gifts for her on important days, those carefully selected objects end up lying in the corner silently, no one cares. I gradually distanced myself from my friends, fearing their concern and inquiry, and I chose to close myself to my inner world.

However, fate seems to have inadvertently opened another door for me. One stormy night, I came home exhausted, only to find the living room light on. Xiao Jing sat there, his eyes empty and misty, as if he had lost his soul. I walked over and whispered about her arrival. She didn't answer, just silently wept, and at that moment, I seemed to see the common pain and helplessness in our hearts.

We started an in-depth conversation, reminiscing about the good old days and being honest about each other's hurts and misunderstandings. We realize that divorce is not a solution to the problem, but a cowardly manifestation of escapism. We need to regain that original intention and trust, and learn how to love and get along with each other again.

From that night on, Jing returned to my life, and we started a new mode of getting along. We are not in a hurry to remarry, but like lovers who meet for the first time, we get to know each other again and re-establish our relationship. We have learned to remain calm and rational in the midst of arguments, and we have learned to resolve conflicts with love and understanding.

Today, that key is no longer a symbol of the past, but a testimony of a new beginning. It reminds us to cherish the happy time in front of us, never forget our original intention, and work together. We are grateful for that divorce experience because it made us more mature and strong, and it also made us appreciate each other's existence more. We understand that true love needs to go through the baptism of wind and rain to be more firm and precious.

Although the sun was shining that day, there was a hint of indescribable poignancy, as if telling the end of a story. Xiao Jing and I each chose different paths in front of the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, her back gradually blurred in the light and shadow, with a hint of determination, as if she wanted to leave everything in the past behind.

I stood still, clutching the divorce certificate in my hand, like a cold stone tablet, weighing me down. The home, once filled with laughter and laughter, is now empty and deserted, with only a closed door and a lonely key. I didn't take the key back, I didn't change the lock, as if there was still a trace of emotion in my heart that I couldn't let go.

I tried to numb myself with my busy work, but when night fell, the loneliness and loneliness came like a tide, and I couldn't sleep. Although I still prepare gifts for her on some special days, those carefully selected objects end up lying in the corner silently, uncared for. I gradually distanced myself from my friends, fearing their concern and inquiry, and chose to close myself off in my inner world.

However, fate seems to have inadvertently opened a new chapter for me. One stormy night, I came home exhausted, only to find the living room light on. Xiao Jing sat there, his eyes hollow, tears running down his cheeks. I walked over and whispered about her arrival. She didn't answer, just wept silently, and at that moment, I seemed to see the fragility and helplessness in our hearts.

We started an in-depth conversation, reminiscing about the good old days and being honest about each other's hurts and misunderstandings. We realize that divorce is not a solution to the problem, but a cowardly manifestation of escapism. We need to regain that original intention and trust, and learn how to love and get along with each other again.

From that night on, Jing returned to my life, and we started a new mode of getting along. We are not in a hurry to remarry, but like first-time lovers, we get to know each other again and re-establish our relationship. We have learned to remain calm and rational in quarrels, and we have learned to resolve conflicts with love and tolerance.

Today, that key is no longer a symbol of the past, but a testimony of a new beginning. It reminds us to cherish the happy time in front of us, never forget our original intention, and work together. We are grateful for that divorce experience because it made us more mature and stronger, and it also made us more aware of the importance of each other. We understand that true love needs to go through the baptism of wind and rain to be more firm and precious.

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