Song Xiaoyu is four years older than me and gave birth to a child at the age of sixteen.
I sympathized with her difficult life and promoted her as a gallery assistant.
On my thirtieth birthday, I found a photo of the two of us in bed on my husband's phone.
This woman innocently asked me to pick up the child.
"Why the hell are you a mother? Your child won't even show up for the college entrance examination."
"A Cheng, will you come tomorrow?"
I looked at the tall and slender young man who had already grown, and said angrily, "Nothing big or small."
Song Tang remained silent, staring at me with sticky black eyes.
Malice surged into my heart.
I seduced my best friend's son.
Later, Song Tang knelt beside my bed and put his head on the back of my hand.
His eyelashes were wet, and he prayed in a low voice,
"A Cheng, can you lock me in a place where only the two of us are alone?"
Intention: love