After Bai Yueguang fell ill and moved into the house, his wife He Junying became a good wife at home, rushing home as soon as she got off work.
My colleagues and neighbors are envious that I married a good woman.
But I could only smile bitterly in silence.
Because she rushed home not for me, but to take care of her sick Bai Yueguang.
I cried and made trouble, but she said: "Why don't you understand my difficulties? I just want to make up for the regrets of the past."
I couldn't argue and left home sadly.
At this time, a figure blocked my way.
"Xiaoyu, long time no see."
I looked up in disbelief and saw that the cinnabar mole that I had been secretly in love with for many years was awkwardly leaning on crutches, but the eyes that looked at me were still gentle and soft.
Tears instantly filled my eyes.
At this moment, I suddenly understood my wife.
I couldn't help but hold the woman's hand and said, "Come home with me, I will take care of you."