On the eve of my wedding, I discovered my wife's private account.
The account is full of her travel photos with others.
Every piece of copy tells her love.
"Youth never dies, perfection never dies!"
"You are Mr. Perfect in my heart."
Later at the wedding banquet, I put the ring into Mr. Perfect's hand.
Pour champagne on their heads and wish them a happy marriage with a smile.
But she went crazy, crying and kneeling on the ground, begging in embarrassment:
"I know I was wrong, can you give me another chance..."
