I once trampled her love into the mud, laughed at her innocence, and insulted her dignity. Later, I knelt down and begged her to turn back, but she only handed me a cold "sentencing list."
"Want to atone for your sins?" There was no hatred or love in her eyes, only scrutiny. "Okay. Follow my rules."
So, I became her most devout prisoner. I stood guard until dawn when she had sleepless nights; I accepted the ridicule she suffered a hundredfold in public; I repaid the blood she shed for me with an equal amount of blood.
Everyone said that Mr. Gu was crazy to do this for a woman. Only I know that I am making a desperate pilgrimage - to use all the pain she has endured to sentence myself.
When the last item on the list was about to be checked, I finally asked tremblingly: "Now, am I qualified to love you again?"
She looked out the window and answered the question incorrectly: "Look, it's dawn. My sentence is over."
Purpose: When "Wife Chasing Crematorium" is no longer a slogan, but a notarized and quantifiable "Sentencing List", what we are actually discussing is: Can emotional harm be accurately measured? Can ritual punishment lead to real redemption?