After four years of carefully building their marriage, Qings Xueyu had thought her husband loved her deeply. In the end, it had all been an act.
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One day, an orange cat wandered into her yard.
The cat’s owner, her new neighbor, was a young man six years her junior.
The boy smiled sweetly. “Sis, is my cat in your yard?”
A reunion.
Was it coincidence, or had it been planned all along?
A growing connection.
Was it a struggle, or a matter of staying true to oneself?
She kept rejecting him, retreating until she had nowhere left to run.
Crouched in a shadowy corner, she held her head and begged in a low voice, “Please, don’t come near me.”
The boy came and crouched in front of her. With slender, delicate fingers, he smoothed the tousled wisps of hair from her forehead, then leaned close to her ear and rested against her shoulder. “Sis, please don’t be afraid of me.”
Well, to be honest, the female lead was very timid at the beginning, to the point that I wanted to knock her head open to see what was going on in her head. But later she slowly started to get better and wasn't so timid anymore. I just want to say that domestic violence is either zero times or countless times. I hope the male and female leads can have a happy ending.
Ahhh, it's so beautiful, even though it's a bit morally reprehensible.