I married him to seek justice for my father. For three years, he hugged me every night, but there was another person in his heart. Even the word "Sir" was something I asked for extravagantly. Until that day, I acted in a play with his brother - the play was so real that I couldn't get out of it. He asked me with red eyes: You and him, really? I replied: It was just a joke. Didn't you never explain it? Later, he knelt in the rain and begged me to turn back. I asked him: Did you ever ask me a question the night you answered her call?
