On the day my second aunt remarried, she wore a red dress.

Not a dark red, but a bright red.
She was in her fifties, standing at the hotel entrance greeting guests, smiling like a young girl.
Someone whispered, "Getting remarried and still wearing red, isn't that embarrassing?"
My second aunt heard it.
She didn’t say anything, just lifted her dress hem a bit and kept smiling.
Later, I helped her tidy up old things.
In the cabinet, I found a stack of old photos.
All of her in her early twenties wearing a white dress, standing next to a man.
That man, I should call him her former husband.
The back of the photo has a line of words: "Today is my happiest day."
I put the photo back.
My second aunt came in and saw it.
She took the photo, looked at it briefly, and threw it into the trash can.
I said, "Aren’t you going to keep it?"
She said, "No, I’m not keeping it."
Back then, I thought I was very happy, but I actually didn’t understand anything at that time.
She sat on the edge of the bed.
And said a sentence I remember to this day.
"Before, I thought, when looking for a man, I should find someone who treats me well.
Later I realized, 'treats me well'—this isn’t something he can control himself.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but he hasn’t learned how to treat himself well.
How to treat you well."
She hung up the red dress.
And said another sentence.
"Your former husband, when he was young, also treated me well.
Later, when he wasn’t doing well himself, he took back all my kindness.
Now, this isn’t about treating me well.
It’s that he’s inherently good.
Whether I’m around or not, he’s doing fine."
During the wedding toast.
The new husband took the microphone.
He said one sentence, and the whole hall fell silent.
"I'm not a man with many virtues.
Just emotionally steady."
Someone in the crowd cheered and shouted: "Brother-in-law, what’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought for second aunt?"
The new husband hesitated for a moment.
Then looked at second aunt in the crowd and said: "The red dress.
I met her on the first day, and she said she wanted to wear a red dress for her wedding.
Last month, she mentioned it, so I bought it."
The crowd fell silent.
Second aunt lowered the hem of her dress.
She touched the stitches along the edge of the dress.
Crooked and uneven, he had altered it himself.
It was too long when bought, so he sewed it back to the original length, bit by bit.
Second aunt stood up, shook out the hem, and said:
"The white dress I wore back then was bought with borrowed money.
This one, he altered himself."
After the banquet, I helped her pack the wedding candies.
That white dress photo was still in the trash can.
The words on the back had faded.
What about you?
Are you looking for someone who treats you well, or someone who is inherently good?
Have you met them?