Epilogue
A year later, we returned to my village.
Together, Ethan and I established a scholarship fund for women like me — those who were once forced by life to make difficult choices but later learned to choose the right one in the end.
And every time a young girl approached me, I would tell her:
“You don’t have to pretend to be loved. Because your true heart is your best form.”
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