□□ Diary

When an intense desire drove me to tell my own story, I realized I was too clumsy to come up with a title. So let's call it The Other Woman's Diary. Don't worry about what kind of "other woman" I mean. Some people like me, and some despise me. I never deliberately set out to be someone certain people look down on. It's just that, whether in love or in life, it all became a natural consequence of how things unfolded. So, whether willingly or not, I accept being called the other woman. In truth, I don't care whose other woman I am, or what number I come in. I just know who I am and what kind of life I want, and that's enough. On a whim, I chose this way of telling my story as I live it, and stubbornly learned to turn a deaf ear to those cutting voices.