Tolerating again and again, seeking perfection again and again... His heart seems to be made of iron and stone. Even if I dig out my heart and hold it in front of him, he will probably find it smelly. I love him deeply, more than anything in the world. Although he was impoverished, he did not have the appearance that would captivate a country. I often think silently in my heart: Maybe I owed him too much in my previous life, so I have to repay this debt in this life!
I can tolerate him taking women out to hang out again and again, as long as he remembers the way home. I don't dare to expect that he belongs to me alone. I really don't know what kind of magic power he has. He can actually run away with different women many times, and then return to me to rest as if nothing happened.
I was so fascinated that I identified this crooked-necked tree. I turned a deaf ear to the sincere words of my relatives. His smile and casual hug were enough to make me fascinated and forget all his infidelity and dissipation, as well as the unforgettable pain he caused me!
I long for a complete family and hope that my two daughters can have a warm harbor with both parents. I also want to protect my poor dignity and am afraid of being ridiculed by the world! However, no matter how many reasons there are, in the final analysis, I am still too hopeless, so why do I still fall in love with him so persistently?
However, even though I was so humble and compromised, I still couldn't get the so-called marriage. In the end, he left me decisively, so coldly, so ruthlessly...
