I am mute, and I am the wife he admits personally.
Gu Yanzhi, a Buddhist disciple in Beijing, was cold and ascetic, and never left his Buddhist beads. Everyone said that he broke the precepts for me - picking Buddhist beads, planting pear flowers, and spending half of his wealth to seek a status.
I thought this was redemption.
Until Song Qingci, the daughter of the Hong Kong City, showed up, he personally fed me seafood porridge into allergic shock, forced me to abort my abdominal bones, and even signed to remove my uterus.
He hugged his new love and said only one thing to me: "What are you keeping the dirty things for?"
I was pushed out as a scapegoat and was insulted and trampled on by many people. He came over, not to save me, but to ask: "Why don't you die to clarify your ambition?"
That night, my heart completely died.
After five years of marriage, I thought he at least loved me. Later I found out that his father was the murderer who burned my whole family to death.
He knew everything from the beginning.
I disappeared, covered in scars and a new identity.
Three years later, I came back forcefully, but he knelt in front of the Buddha for three days and three nights, weeping and begging me to turn back: "A'Du, I will give you whatever you want, even my life."
But I just want to ask one thing——
"Gu Yanzhi, when you killed my child with your own hands, did you ever think that this day would happen?"
