On the third wedding anniversary, she waited until early morning with a table of cold meals, but at the door of the drugstore, she saw her husband squatting down, gently rubbing his feet for Bai Yueguang, and wiping away other women's tears with the shirt cuffs she had ironed with her own hands.
He forgot their wedding anniversary, her stomachache and insomnia, but he remembered the swollen and painful ankles of his first love, and her helplessness. Faced with the truth, he felt no guilt, only impatient accusations: Why are you so ignorant? It's not easy for her, can't you be more generous?
It turns out that after three years of marriage, she was just a decoration in his decent life. All the hard work was met with perfunctory, indifference and double standards.
This time, she no longer cried, no longer waited, no longer deceived herself.
So what if you pay half your life by mistake?
The wind and rain in the world will have its own breeze to carry me; for the rest of my life, I will live only for myself.
