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Once, a woman described happiness as the point of illusion, a subconscious reason to live. She began longing for a mature relationship, falling for this man because he met her needs—an expected fulfillment of her desires.

Now, she is nursing a void within her spirit, substituting a craving for completeness with material things. She will not give up on her commitment, honoring the memory of her grandmother. Despite the misery that consumes her heart, she refuses to be set free.

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