"I am a passerby that you turned around and forgot about. Why should I accompany you to the end of the world in wasting your time?"
I had almost never seen her cry. After searching carefully, I recalled that one night she cried while reading a novel. The entangled emotions between the heroine and the two men in the story touched her heart.
In the lower bunk, I heard her sobbing. After asking the reason, I started to search for the novel on my phone and started reading it. After that, I heard two kinds of sobbing sounds intertwined until dawn.
I have finished reading the novel, and it has a perfect and happy ending.
"It's dawn, good night."
Looking back on that novel now, it is not worth mentioning compared to the abuse novels I read later.
What!
In fact, compared to novels, we living in reality are the protagonists of real abuse stories.