"Silly Maizi, your man has someone outside again!"
I smiled and continued to wipe the body of my paralyzed mother-in-law.
It's been eight years, I'm used to it.
Until I was diagnosed with gastric cancer, the doctor said I only had one year left.
I made a death list: divorce, land seizure, custody battle, sending him to jail.
A year later, I stood in the house I bought and smiled.
He knelt at the entrance of the village and begged me not to leave, but I never looked back.
Why do you think I tolerated you in the first place? It's not because I'm cheap, it's because I don't want to argue with you.
Now I want to care about it, can you bear it?
