Two years ago, my boyfriend, who was studying medicine, took me home, but his father kicked me out. I moved to the other side of the city under the public opinion of the criminal's daughter, but the person involved did not give any explanation.
When we met again two years later, he caught me learning to smoke. That winter, he knelt in the snow and begged me to get back together. He even had to take a car to get back together. He humbly told me over and over again that he and she were not related to each other, and he swore with his life that he only had me in his heart.
Purpose: live a good life