My husband is as pale as a chrysanthemum and disdains fighting with others.
In order to protect him, I forced myself to become a shrew.
He was deprived of his place to study abroad. I went to argue with the school leader to get his place back, but he said that I had lost face as a cultural person.
He never asked anyone for anything he lent out, but when I went to ask someone to return it, he thought I was fussy.
He got a good name and I became a tigress.
I always thought he understood me, and we have been together for sixty years.
It wasn't until a month after my death that he married his first love.
The husband was affectionate at the wedding.
"A moment with someone who has similar interests is an eternity, but a moment with someone you don't love is pain."
My son also sighed.
"It would be better if I didn't have a mother. My father can have a happy marriage, and I also have a gentle mother."
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I fought for my husband's place to study abroad.
This time I will no longer act like a tigress. It depends on how long he can remain as pale as a chrysanthemum.
