Love and Death Are Separated, You and I Are Gone

My husband dislikes me for being a peasant woman, and he doesn't even love the son I gave birth to. He held his son for the first time after a hundred days. Later, his first love returned to Beijing. The usually cold-faced man smiled for the first time at the dinner table and gave his son a piece of food. My son was happy all night, and when he was going to bed, he asked me in a low voice: "Mom, does uncle like me a little bit?" I held him in my arms, with tears in my eyes, and shook my head: "My uncle's lover is back. It's time for us to leave." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.