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Ni Yang quickly performed first aid on the man she had brought ashore; though he was timely saved from the brink of death, he was unconscious.

Ni Yang parked the car by the roadside, hoisted the man onto her back, and started heading home.

Upon seeing her return with a carried load, Ni Cuihua exclaimed with surprise, “Yangyang, what happened?”

Ni Yang briefly explained the situation.

Ni Cuihua, a sympathetic person herself, immediately said, “Take him to the room quick, then go shower with warm water; I will go bring the car back.”

Just then, Ni Chengui walked in from outside, and after hearing the situation, volunteered, “Sister Yang, I’ll go bring the car back. You stay home and assist Yangyang.”

“Thankyou, Sister Chenggui!”

Ni Yang hadn’t felt cold while rescuing the person earlier, but now upon making it at home, the bone-chilling cold was seeping in.

Ni Yang took a hot bath, and Ni Cuihua warmed up a bucket of water to wash the unconscious woman on the bed. She then fetched a set of her clothes for the woman to change into.

The woman wasn’t very attractive. Her hands were fair, but her face was dotted relentlessly with pimples, which made her hard to look at.

Oh, she must be truly pitiful to attempt a suicide.

Ni Cuihua sighed continuously.

After her bath, Ni Yang checked on the woman, and confirming she was in a stable state, she went to cook.

To be prepared in case the woman woke up during the night, she made an extra bowl of red date and ginger porridge to drive away the cold.

Sure enough, the woman stirred from her unconscious state as the three wrapped up their dinner.

Ni Cuihua asked with concern, “Sister, what made you so distressed that you attempted suicide? Life gives you only one chance, once lost, there’s no second chance.”

Ni Chengui added, “Hanging onto life is always better than dying. Share your troubles with us. We might not be capable of much, but as the saying goes, ‘three cobblers are better than a Zhuge Liang.’ Maybe we could be of some help.”

The woman hung her head, her face filled with sorrow, and didn’t know how to begin.

Much later, she finally croaked out in a low voice, “Thank you for saving me, but… but I really don’t want to live anymore.”

Her husband’s betrayal.

Her ruined appearance.

This life already seemed pointless.

By the end of her talk, she was drowned in tears, her throat choked as she recounted her story, “My name is Lin Pingping, I am 30 years old, a local of Beijing…”

Lin Pingping poured her heart out, leaving no detail of her grievances unsaid.

In the past, out of fear of humiliation, she had never shared these with anyone.

Now she didn’t care about any of that.

She just wanted someone to confide in…

Listening to her, Ni Cuihua’s eyes got teary.

She seemed to see her own reflection in Lin Pingping.

Ni Chengui was also wiping her tears sympathetically and cursing the Hong Family.

Ni Yang slightly furrowed her brows unnoticed.

Be it the present Lin Pingping or the past Ni Cuihua, they all were victims of the times.

Ni Yang crouched down to Lin Pingping’s eye level. Her clear eyes were devoid of any disdain or revulsion. Her lush lips parted slowly and she began to speak, “Aunt Lin, you shouldn’t have tried to kill yourself. You should live on, go to the court for a divorce and claim what’s rightfully yours. His infidelity and his affair resulting in a pregnancy, that’s nothing but shameless sleaziness! He not only deserves jail time but also to compensate for the waste of your ten years.”

“Trying to commit suicide at this point in time is like abdicating to that other woman! It’s an extremely irrational move!”

Lin Pingping raised her head and upon seeing Ni Yang’s face, she was taken aback momentarily.

Wasn’t this young girl, the one she had seen in the noodle restaurant in the morning?

After a while, she echoed, “”Divorce?””

In this era, divorced women were shamed.

Furthermore, Lin Pingping’s old-fashioned upbringing made it challenging for her to envision living as a divorced woman, carrying the scorn associated with it.

“Yes,” Ni Yang affirmed, “Divorce!”

“But…but…”

Ni Yang carried on saying, “Aunt Lin, times have changed. Divorced women are everywhere, and divorce is not shameful. Everyone has their moments of blindness!”

Hearing this, Ni Cuihua agreed fervently, “Sister, Yangyang is right. Divorce isn’t a disgrace. Look at me, I’m living quite well now, right? My past was even worse than yours…”