The 99th time my husband He Qi stood me up, I ran into him at the hospital—he was carefully helping my sister Lin Zhiyi walk into the prenatal checkup room. And that day, I went to have an abortion alone. Six years of marriage, everyone praised him for being considerate and said I was never satisfied; my mother made up excuses for him, my friends covered for him, and even our marriage certificate was fake. When the anesthetic was pushed in on the operating table, I flipped through these six years page by page. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I cleared out everything belonging to me, leaving behind only a dusty wedding photo. He returned home, turned on the lights, and discovered that I was no longer in this home.