On the day of the divorce, her ex-husband handed her a bankbook: "Here is fifty thousand, and bridges lead back to bridges."
She said in public that she would starve to death without using his money.
Ten years later, when she was desperate, she went to the bank to close her account.
The teller said: "The balance is 380,000."
She was confused. Check out the details - after the divorce, he transferred money to her in four installments. Her father was hospitalized, she gave birth to a child, she was domestically abused, she was desperate... Every transaction was stuck at her most difficult time.
She found his hometown like crazy.
The villagers said: He died nine years ago. Lung cancer. He sold his property, lived in a straw hut, and gave all the money to her.
The last page of his ledger reads: "51,200."
51200.
I want to love you.
She called him a heartless man for ten years. He loved her with all his life.
A misunderstanding spanning ten years, a protection in the name of separation.
Have tissues ready.
