At the age of twenty-one, I was homeless and living together with Sister Su, who was nine years older than me and was raising her daughter alone.
A bowl of hot porridge, a night light, and the heartbeat of almost embracing each other several times.
However, she left without saying goodbye. I followed her without a trace and wandered for many years. Several relationships ended in vain.
People searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looked back and saw him again. Only then did I learn that she had no choice but to remarry and was subjected to domestic violence, desperately divorced, fled to another country alone with her daughter, and struggled to start a business.
Half a life is missed, half a life is miserable. What can I do to save you, my Sister Su?
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Loving is so hard, so hard, and writing is even harder
Loving is so hard, so hard, and writing is even harder