After my daughter made a mistake, my heartless wife sent both of us to a reformatory.
We ate rotten food, drank urine, and suffered beatings... For a whole year, my daughter and I endured every kind of humiliation and torment.
At last, I called for help, only to hear my wife laughing and flirting with the man she had always loved: "Has Ye Qiu learned her lesson? Will she behave from now on?"
I admitted defeat, fell to my knees, and begged her desperately, but she coldly hung up.
My heart turned completely to stone.
Then, a month later, circumstances forced my wife to bring me back first.
She sat haughtily in her luxury car, looking down at me as she said, "Tell Ye Qiu that if she still won't admit she's wrong and apologize, she'll have to stay here for the rest of her life."
But she didn't know.
My daughter had already died on the very day I called to beg her for help.
