When applying ointment to my wife, my fingertips suddenly touched a hot bump - under the light, the dark red circular seal had regular edges, and the words Dingsheng Group were clearly in the middle. After three years of marriage, my neighbors laughed at me for being a soft-boiled man. I dared only swallow the unfamiliar scent of her perfume when she came home late. But at this moment, this seal is like a red-hot iron, burning through my last layer of dignity. She said it was a bruise left by an injection in the hospital. I stared at her hands clasping her nightgown in a hurry, and my Adam's apple rolled. The seal was so deep that I was afraid it would be carved into the bone.
