Before Xiao Pan's first seven days, I personally pushed my husband, Xiao Di, towards the woman who was crying until she was hoarse in the mourning hall - Xiao Hui. She was short, mediocre, with two children who were a drag on her life, and she was incompatible with the world I lived in. At that time, I thought that extending sympathy was a gentle response to fate, but little did I know that I was burying a long and silent collapse for the future.
Since then, Xiao Di's whereabouts began to deviate from the track. The dark alley of Liberty Street became his frequent stop; but I still maintained the illusion of marriage in dignity and order. Watching her - using my resources to imitate my tone in an almost humble way, quietly took over my position.
Ten years are like water, moistening things silently. She changed her appearance and reshaped her destiny; but I was unknowingly drawn away. When I stood outside the door of the mansion and watched him embrace her, I suddenly realized that death never only takes away one person. It also fulfilled another kind of rebirth and quietly announced my demise.
Intention: She lived as me, and I finally lived as myself