Bai Muqing sat quietly in the house where she had lived with her husband for two years, with no trace of emotion on her face, as if no one could wake her up at this moment. Kick! Kick, kick, kick! "The harsh sound of the electric drill used in the decoration upstairs made this haggard little face frown. He raised his hand to look at his watch and murmured, "Damn, it's 4:30 again, he's about to get off work. "I got up and went into the kitchen, and started a busy meal. Three dishes and one soup were served. The door has been opened," said an impatient male voice.
"Is the meal ready? I'm starving!"
"Ready to eat"
Brief, without any words for emotional communication, this kind of life has been going on for two years. In silence, Bai Muqing's thoughts drifted to the distance. That was two years ago, when she had just graduated. At that time, her skirt was fluttering and attracted many admirers. However, she chose the most ordinary man among many people, who seemed to have no future. Perhaps because she had not been good at communicating with her father since childhood, her relationship with this man who was ten years older than her was progressing smoothly. Then she hurriedly entered the marriage. Unexpectedly, what greeted her was not a happy marriage, but also the cruel reality.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
