Emotional love story: Love from Over 200 Meters Away

That winter, a sudden fire reduced their clothing factory, their livelihood, to ashes. They were thrust into the depths of poverty.

During those days, she was disheartened, crying daily. But he pretended to be cheerful, comforting her, “What’s there to fear! At worst, we’ll start over from scratch.”

She understood that “starting over” meant setting up a stall on the street to sell clothes, just like they had done initially.

Although she didn’t want to revisit the old path, life left them with little choice.

Before long, they set up their clothing stalls on the street. Unlike before, they set up two stalls about 200 meters apart, one selling men’s clothing and the other women’s.

To keep an eye on each other, they agreed that whoever sold out first would go help the other. If they didn’t sell out, they would hang a piece of clothing high on the rack to let the other person know.

However, once she started, she realized there were clothing stalls everywhere on the street. She could only sell a few pieces a day. Every night when they got home, he would comfort her, telling her not to worry and that his clothes were also difficult to sell, often not selling out until dark.

She believed his clothes weren’t selling well because every day before dark, she saw a piece of clothing hanging on his rack, used as a signal. This way, she wouldn’t feel guilty for holding him back. Of course, she never told him any of this.

Their stalls gradually started doing better, and their days, like the approaching spring, began to fill with warm hope.

One afternoon, a customer took a liking to one of her women’s coats and ordered 200 pieces, even paying a deposit on the spot.

This was her first big order since they restarted their clothing stalls. She thought: no matter what, today they must go home early to celebrate. She looked at his stall 200 meters away, saw a piece of clothing still hanging on his rack, and thought about surprising him.

She quietly walked along the wall towards him. However, just a few meters away, she stopped suddenly. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn’t move.

She saw him, in the biting cold wind, wearing only a sweater, jumping up and down to stay warm, while on his rack, a piece of clothing was hanging high. That piece of clothing was his own coat.

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