Everyone says Song Yan is wonderful: he has no other wives or concubines and holds only me in his heart.
But they don’t know that there has always been someone else in his heart, someone he lets mistreat me.
Holding that woman in his arms, he said, “For my sake, just put up with it.”
Later, when I was covered in wounds, he knelt on the ground and begged me to look at him just once more.
