The first time their fingers intertwined, the first time their hearts and souls embraced each other, the first time their lips and teeth held each other, all brought her only pain.
The peaceful life was broken. When the hijab was lifted, what he saw was someone he didn't love. His first love fell in love with his husband's son. In the end, he was still in love. Helplessly falling into the world of mortals, seeing the man I once loved so much ten years later, I lamented that God was playing tricks on the poor man.
There is love in hate, and hate arises from love. What is the love woven from misunderstandings, coincidences, happiness, and pain?