My name is Ye Qing and I am 35 years old. I am neither older nor younger. I think a person of my age should have a gentle wife and smart and lovely children.
But look at what I look like now, kneeling on the ground and begging this man not to leave me. But he still kicked me away and left me and this house without looking back.
Oh, no, it shouldn't be called home, it should be called a prison. He and I are trapped here for 10 years. How many 10 years are there in a 10-year life?
Why did you provoke me in the first place? You said you would love me forever. You said you would make me happy. What about your promise? Where is your oath?