To the Scumbag, the Sky is Full of Fireworks
by Miss You On The Sixth Day Of August
About This Novel
Cheating husband drowned due to leg cramps while diving. I gave the crematorium manager a big red envelope and asked for urgent processing. The ability to make money is fierce, and the manager turns on the incinerator firepower. His body was burned into ultra-fine powder. Half of the ashes were flushed down the toilet, and the other half were made into fireworks. I sent fireworks to my pregnant mistress. She lit the ashes fireworks, and the night sky was colorful. She also posted pictures in her circle of friends to show off her affection. "Without you around, I'm lonelier than fireworks." I used my husband's mobile phone to like and leave a message for the mistress. "Not only am I lonely, I'm also a little afraid of heights."
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