Looking at Jiang Yu's cold face, Lin Xiao held back the rest of her words. She returned to the bedroom, opened her suitcase, and inside were the design drafts she had made in college—they were her former dream; she wanted to become a designer and create works of her own. She took out the design drafts and wanted to share them with Jiang Yu, but when Jiang Yu saw them, he just put them aside casually and said, "You don't need to do this now. The Jiang family doesn't lack the design fee you could earn. Just stay at home and be good."
From that day on, Lin Xiao no longer mentioned her dream of designing. She began to numb herself with shopping—every time she was unhappy, she went to the mall to buy handbags and jewelry. Although the number of luxury goods piling up in her dressing room was increasing, she felt more and more empty. She no longer poured out her grievances to Jiang Yu, no longer looked forward to his care, and even began to be afraid of being alone with him—in this luxurious old mansion of the Jiang family, she was like an invisible person, a tool that only needed to play the role of "Mrs. Jiang".
Once, when she was tidying up Jiang Yu's study, she saw many design files stored in his computer, all of which were designs he had made for the Jiang Group's home furnishing brand. She couldn't help but open them; the design concepts inside were very innovative, but she thought there were several details that could be optimized—for example, if the curvature of the sofa back was adjusted, it would be more ergonomic. She wanted to tell Jiang Yu her ideas, but remembering Jiang Yu's mother's words that "she was forbidden to get involved in the Jiang Group's business" and Jiang Yu's previous coldness, she finally closed the files.
That night, Lin Xiao sat on the bay window of the bedroom, looking at the moon outside. She thought of her expectations when she first married into the Jiang family, the advice her parents had given her when they sent her off, and her former dream of designing—now, she was getting further and further away from the person she used to be, and also further and further away from "happiness". She didn't know how long such days would last, nor how long she could hold on.