As time went by, Wendy never thought that one day many years later, she would meet again on the street with the boy who had devoted everything to her - and beside him was his gentle and virtuous wife.
He was still as tall and tall as he remembered, and there was a sense of maturity and calmness between his brows. His eyes swept over Wendy, as calm as if he were seeing a stranger.
And his hand naturally held the waist of the woman next to him. The woman was wearing a milky white cashmere coat, her long pink curly hair was tied loosely behind her head, and her face was filled with enviable peace and happiness.
At that moment, Wendy realized that the boy who had fought hard for her and worked hard for her was gone.
Then she heard the roar of the engine!
Intention: How do ants at the bottom protect themselves and stand up in the current of society.
