She fell in love with him at the age of 18 and married him at the age of 22. She was happy, but he was not happy. She loved him but he did not love him. Maybe we all have to accept that the person we love does not love us. She reconciled with herself, she let go of all the love between them, she chose to let him go and become independent, but can she really let it go? Can she really not have any ripples when she hears his name? Liking is really not a beautiful thing
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
