"Qin Yue, I regret marrying you." In the ward, the woman looked out the window quietly, and after saying these words slowly, she never made a sound or glanced at the man standing at the door. The man put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, lowered his head, and stood motionless.
After a long time, "Do you still love me?" Finally the man asked this question. He raised his head and stared at the thin and pale woman on the bed with a pair of red eyes. The woman held her belly with both hands and stroked it gently. She turned her head, smiled and said to the man, "I don't love her anymore."
Intention: People must learn to grow up, otherwise there is no point in getting hurt.