My wife is a psychic.
When we got married, I asked her if she would be heartbroken if I died one day.
She said firmly, no, anyway, she is a psychic and can find me no matter where I drift. It would be nice to have an unresolved love affair between a human and a ghost.
But later, her sweetheart returned to China.
Everything has changed.
Under the guise of a friend, she crossed the line with her best friend.
She also allowed her to provoke me and cuckold me. Because I loved her, I tolerated all these things.
Until this time, my mother was given a critical illness notice and wanted to see us one last time.
But she chose to leave me behind and translate her last words to the bamboo horse's Maine Coon cat.
My heart was in a knot, and I gave up completely.
My mother left with regrets, and I completed the procedures alone, signed the papers, and sent away my last relative in this world.
Then, while she was celebrating Zhuma's birthday, she escaped.
"The thing I regret most in my life is falling in love with you. We will never meet each other in this life!"
