I woke up one morning, went through my usual routine—phone in hand, coffee on the table—and it hit me.
My life was on autopilot.
I wasn’t really living. I was just… existing.

On the surface, I was doing fine. I

When Love and Pain Speak Different Languages

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They looked like the perfect couple — beauty and wealth, charm and ambition. But behind the smiles and luxury was a silent battle of unmet needs, emotional distance, and misunderstanding. This is a story

This is a translated and organized version of a post originally written by a Chinese user, 夢醒时, on RedNote. The translation and editing were done by me, Xingshou.

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I just came back from the laundry shop, and this memory just appeared out of nowhere.

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