It took me a year to become the gangster's favorite lover.
After four years together, everyone close to him knows that I love him dearly.
I have been with him through life and death, risking my life for him, being sensible and obedient, and understanding all his preferences.
Everyone thought I would be his wife, and everyone called me sister-in-law.
Until his first love came back and when he was in danger of being chased, he pushed me out to block the gun.
He didn't know that I just found out I was pregnant that day.
I was hit in the abdomen and suffered a miscarriage and heavy bleeding.
That was the first time I saw such a cold-blooded person like him, breaking down and crying.
Get down on your knees and hug me, beg me.
Please don't die, please forgive him.
He said that the only person he loves most is me.
But I don't love him, not at all.
Because the person I really loved was a policeman, but seven years ago, on the night before our wedding, he was shot in the head.
