We Set You Up with a Handsome, Rich Man, but You Choose a Short, Poor Loser!

For love, my daughter married into a remote mountain village.

Every time she video-called me, she had to go to a town fifty kilometers away.

During another call, I saw a hand roaming over my daughter.

In an instant, I watched it quickly pull away.

It wasn’t a young person’s hand. It was old and yellowed.