Zhixu X Glimmer Public Benefit ExhibitionJiangcheng Art Museum, Hall 3.
It was a public art show personally initiated by Xu Zhiyi, themed:"Her Voice" — a tribute to women who once lived in silence.
The exhibits were stitched together from discarded fabrics, each piece telling real stories of women who had suffered from domestic violence, workplace exploitation, and emotional neglect in marriage.
Her goal was simple:To awaken society to hear their voices.
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The night before the exhibit opened, the art museum was silent.
Xu Zhiyi stood alone in the middle of the gallery, carefully adjusting the last few layout details.
Just as she was about to leave, a bouquet was quietly delivered to the front desk.
White lisianthus—her favorite.
The flower's meaning: unchanging remembrance.
Inside the card were just two words:
"I'm sorry."
The handwriting was sharp and restrained, yet carried a familiar strength.
Her fingers paused slightly.
She didn't ask who had sent it.She simply stood there, gazing quietly at the bouquet for a long, long time.
Then—She gently placed the flowers at the corner of one exhibit: a fabric collage made from torn curtains and shirts.
The name of the piece:
"A Night with No Echo."
She said nothing.And turned to leave.
That apology had come too late.
And she no longer needed forgiveness—or guilt.
What she needed now…was understanding and change.
—
Meanwhile, outside the venue—
In a black car parked at a distance,Lu Yancheng stood silently, watching her retreating figure disappear through the gallery doors.
From the passenger seat, Chen Ze hesitantly asked,"Miss Xu… didn't respond."
"She won't," Lu Yancheng murmured,his voice low and worn.
"I didn't do it for her forgiveness,"he whispered, almost to himself.
"I just didn't want her to carry it all alone anymore."
"Even if she never knows it was me."
It was the first time he had ever done something for hernot to win her back.
But out of pure, wordless care.
For the first time, he understood—
The gentle, humble, and shadow-like woman he once took for granted had slowly died in the silence of his indifference.
And the woman standing at the center of the world now—dazzling, sober, invulnerable—no longer needed him.
And yet,all he wanted…was to remain behind her, quietly.
Even if she never turned around.
—
The exhibition opened to a full house.News outlets flooded in.
After launch, the hashtag #XuZhiyiSpeaksForWomen exploded across social media.
[She didn't just walk out of her own darkness—she turned back and lifted others up]
[This is what real healing looks like—tender yet unwavering]
[I hope more people hear her voice]
[I cried at the exhibit. Xu Zhiyi is the woman most worthy of love]
—
That same evening, during a live interview, she was asked:
"Have you ever imagined that one day someone might return, full of remorse, asking for your forgiveness?"
She smiled slightly and answered:
"People regret.But life doesn't rewind."
"What I wanted was never an apology—but a world where there's no second me."
Her answer once again stirred massive online discussion.
—
And in the quiet of his study that night,Lu Yancheng sat alone, watching her say those words on screen.
He said nothing.
And remained silent—the entire night.