After Resigning, My Wife Became Stupid
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At a high-end cocktail party, she held his arm and he held her waist. Under the crystal lamp, she wore a champagne-colored backless dress, and her delicate collarbones were faintly visible in the light. And he is wearing a handmade custom-made suit, and his every move shows the elegance of a successful man. The two of them danced in perfect harmony, rotating between each other and drinking wine. At the end of the song, he leaned over and kissed her. Everyone looked at me, the outsider. Perhaps it's because the two people hugging each other on the dance floor are my wife and the first love she has never forgotten. I stood in the corner and drank the champagne in my hand. In his early thirties, his temples are already turning gray. The habit of staying up late and writing code over the years has always left me with a dark blue in my eyes that cannot be healed. A sneer curled up at the corner of my mouth, and I whispered to myself: \\\
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