Whose fault is all this? Who should pay for such an ending? I don't know, is marriage really the grave of love? Is cheating really so unforgivable? As the sun set, I stood in the garden with forked paths for a long time, unwilling to leave. She charmed him and made him hers forever. If she couldn't get him, she would rather destroy him. Do you love him too much or can't tolerate betrayal? They seem to be tightly connected with every pore. Only once in this life, the spirit and body are completely integrated... Xixi, Xixi, will love really be buried?