When his business collapsed, when creditors surrounded his door, penniless, I stayed with him in that moldy basement for two years.
I spent my days on construction sites, inhaling dust, and my nights drawing and doing freelance work until three in the morning, giving him half to pay debts, half as start-up capital.
Back then, he said, "Lydia, you’re the strongest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Without you, I would have collapsed long ago."
Now, strength has become cold.
Beauty has become a lack of gentleness.
Time is a cruel magician, turning pearls to fish eyes, red roses to mosquito blood.
I didn’t say a word. I turned and went back to my room.
This time, I didn’t sleep.
I opened my laptop and pulled up the property ownership contract for this house.
Joint purchase.
The down payment was split fifty-fifty, and the mortgage payments had been made together.
Every transfer record was in my online banking.
I sent Ryan an email:
【Draft a property transfer agreement, and also, help me find out if there are any buyers urgently selling large apartments. Cash is fine, the price can be lower.】