Jiang Wei had been married once before, a union arranged by her parents, brokered by a matchmaker.
That marriage couldn't be described in terms of love or absence of it, nor could it be measured by feelings.
She and her husband were merely participants in one of many familial alliances, a marriage formed, countless nights shared, followed by the birth and raising of children.
Perhaps some semblance of emotion developed in those banal interactions, but such tepid feelings were insufficient to sustain them through the lengthy years.
Even with children, the marriage couldn't last.
In the end, she and her husband amicably divorced, ending that loveless marriage.
They granted each other freedom and afforded each other a way out.
Is marriage just the graveyard of love? If you were to ask Jiang Wei, she could tell you very clearly and firmly, no, marriage is not just the graveyard of love, it's also the graveyard of life.
Some people get married and it's as if they've died.
