He hated her, but he locked her up tightly with marriage. She knew clearly how deep his hatred was, but she willingly used it as a prison and loved him without any ego, no turning back, no regrets.
Once, he held her little hand, wiped her tears and snot, and said with a warm smile very seriously: "You have brother's blood flowing in your body. From now on, you are me, and I am you!"
Once, with blood-red eyes, he pinched her neck fiercely and asked in great pain: "Why wasn't you the one who died? Why! Why..."
Once upon a time, he held her hand with a caring smile and accepted the lifelong blessings from relatives and friends, but after marriage, he left her alone in the empty room.
Once, for another girl, he violently pushed out her who was 3 months pregnant, and she fell in a pool of blood. In her last consciousness, she chuckled and asked herself: "If there is an afterlife, will I stop loving you..."
Years have passed, and Nanguo misses a woman named Qingqiu in every corner of the Sophora Garden. Thinking of that woman as quiet as the lake, she may laugh or worry, be angry or crazy, and often burst into tears without knowing it.
Missing him like a demon, every woman with the same back was called Qingqiu by him, but every time he turned around, his heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe. When one day, the woman with a familiar face appeared in front of him again, she looked at him with unfamiliar eyes: "Sir, do we know each other?" 500 Words