Last night, I dreamed about Wang Duo. He is still the same, not too tall, and with a thin figure, I actually know that he has muscles under his clothes.
It has been half a year since he left me, but I still often dream about him. Maybe you will guess, oh, it is another vulgar plot of getting sick and dying, haha, it is vulgar, but it is not getting sick and dying. He immigrated to Canada, taking his wife and children with him.
Yes, I once interfered in his marriage. You may say that I am shameless, but no matter what, I never said that I was a good woman. The reason why I wrote down what happened to me is not because I need someone to redeem my soul, nor is it to attract criticism from so-called kind and righteous people. I just miss him.