What is love? He has washed and dried my hair, washed my clothes, washed my feet, trimmed my toenails, cooked, and eaten my leftovers. He will definitely buy me the things I like. He will pick me up wherever I go. He will panic when I frown. His possessiveness makes him cling to me 24 hours a day. He has never been cruel to me. He would share his money and all his things with me. He would hold me to sleep every night. When I couldn't sleep, he would sing and tell me stories to lull me to sleep. Sometimes after not seeing me for a whole day, he would say: Wife, I miss you. He and I have done everything in the same bed. He even let me ride him like a horse. I was making trouble and he was laughing. He said in the first love letter he wrote to me: If I had 100, I would not only give you 99, but give you everything. He said that he would accompany me and support me in everything I did. I thought this was the life I wanted, this was love, but in the end I still lost him. Who can tell me what love is?
Concept: Adult love story