She gave him her whole heart, but he hated her for eleven years.
When her love was exhausted and she stopped loving him completely, he suddenly realized that what was beating in his chest was her heart.
The three flesh and blood he killed with his own hands were all of her blood.
The woman he had spent half his life with and hated so much turned out to be the benefactor who risked his life to save him.
It turns out that his paranoia for half his life was a joke. He fell in love with the wrong lover and personally destroyed the only person who loved him deeply.
From then on, it was too late, and all that was left in his life was the crematorium of chasing his wife with endless regret.
