After Passing Through a Book and Becoming the Heroine of a Sadistic Novel

On the first day I dressed as the heroine of a sadistic novel, my husband personally aborted my child. He said that I was evil-hearted and unworthy of bearing his children. I curled up on the cold ground, my clothes stained red with blood, and everyone thought I wouldn't survive. Only the mute sweeper who couldn't speak secretly gave me half a piece of cold steamed bun. He wrote three words in the dust with his fingers: Live. Later, I crawled out of hell and sent my princely husband to purgatory with my own hands. On the day when the dust settled, the mute slave who used to kneel in the dust, dressed in red and standing tall, married me with splendor in front of the whole city. He used the hand that once wrote "live on" to hold me tightly and walk towards the rest of our lives. Intention: No matter at any time, you must rely on yourself