A divorced woman, a diary, two men, fifteen years of peeping, and a belated look back.
After the divorce, she became the mistress of a married man - this was not a fall, it was the only way she could think of to survive.
"I used a paintbrush to record the scars, only to find that I was the painting that was painted over repeatedly."
[Click to read and enter a woman's abyss of desire and self-salvation]]
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Seeing this, I felt a little scared. Who was that person driving the black car?
Seeing this, I felt a little scared. Who was that person driving the black car?