He once held me in the palm of his hand, never missing good morning and good night, and all his future plans included me.
Within a year, the passion faded, perfunctory became a daily routine, cold violence stabbed the heart, and derailment completely shattered all illusions.
I neither cried nor made trouble, broke up decisively, and blocked everyone. Never looked back
Later, he chased his wife to the crematorium and humbled herself to dust. I just pretended that I had never known him.
Later, I met true tenderness.
There is a response to everything, everything is settled, no perfunctory, no cold violence, no betrayal.
It turns out that being well loved by someone is so peaceful.
The wrong people will get separated, but the right people will eventually meet again.
For the rest of my life, I will not give in or be wronged, but stay with gentleness.
