A year ago, he asked her angrily: "What kind of person are you?" She said to him so fearfully: "Please believe me!" But his cold voice came over and he said, I have already called the police.
A year later, she was guarded and hated by him, but he asked her again: "What kind of person are you?" In addition to numb heartache, she only had a bone-deep desolation...
PS: This article has been in trouble for 6 years. It is under overhaul and may fill in the holes!