On the wedding night, when the strange husband kissed her sensitive earlobe, she knew that this was a completeness that could never be taken back.
Her struggle only ended with the movement of slightly bringing her legs apart.
She talked about the decoration of a house: the house was very spacious, with a long process of walking back and forth. The walls inside were mottled, the furnishings were lonely, and there was a dead atmosphere everywhere. Some people are attracted by the external grandeur, but don't know how to deal with the internal mess. In the end, they feel that the internal renovation is not worth it and give up.
She always wondered, would there be someone in the house?