My wife grew up with me
When I was fifteen, he lost a leg for me, when I was eighteen, we made an engagement, and when we were twenty-two, we got married.
On the wedding day, he stood at the end of the auditorium and smiled at me. I decided that we would be together forever.
He is good-looking, even with a lame leg, and with that leg, people will look at him twice wherever he goes.
It was sympathy at first, but then it changed.
I didn't stop
I lent my wife to them
Just in time to let them know who he loved.
A variant story about a man who never returns to his homeland, just like walking at night in brocade clothes
The copywriting is from the perspective of the original heroine!!!
Reading guide:
1.，，
2. There will be a crematorium for the original heroine, but there will be no composite plot.
3. Men are unclean! Women are also unclean!
4. The heroine has no sense of morality.
5. No children.
In fact, it should be quite pure love, but I met the right person at the wrong time.
Intention: If you borrow something, you will never pay it back. It will be difficult to borrow again.
