On my wedding day, I sat alone all night with bloodshot eyes. I cried and laughed all morning, but at noon when I was about to announce the meal, I was met with a torture; when I woke up at night, the man was gone, but all that was left was the miserable condition... After a few years, the man frowned deeply and pursed his thin lips, "You... Still refuse to forgive me?" Lang Zhao held the plow with one hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the other hand, and faced the visitor with a smile, "I can't bear your affection...".