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The next morning I found Su Yan's toothbrush, cup, and skincare arranged on my bathroom counter. They matched Zhou Cheng's set. My own things had been swept into the trash. I stared at the bin until my hands shook. Zhou Cheng came out of the study just then. Su Yan stepped aside and her eyes filled with tears. "Sister Zhi, I am sorry. I did not mean to. I only thought the counter looked messy and wanted to tidy it for you." I laughed. "Into the trash?" Zhou Cheng glanced at the bin and shrugged. "Use the disposable ones tonight. Make do." I turned to him slowly. "She moves into my home and throws away my things. And you tell me to make do?" His face cooled. "Enough. They are just toiletries. Why must you make a scene?" I looked at him and had nothing left to say. That afternoon I locked myself in the study to meet a deadline. The walls were thin. In the living room Su Yan laughed and asked whether the guest room air conditioner should be set to twenty-four degrees, because "you said last time that was the most comfortable." I pressed my headphones on and kept working. The manuscript was the only thing I still controlled. Somewhere in the middle of it, I opened a browser and searched for real estate agents. This apartment had been mine before the marriage. I had bought it in full. I had filled it with furniture and plants and the smell of soup. It had felt like a home. Now I understood that a home could leave long before the people in it did.0

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