I drank three glasses of wine, one to my lost youth, the other to the person I loved, and the third… to me who was about to die.
The slow long-distance running and complicated emotions are from youth in blue and white school uniforms to lovers in black and white dresses.
We have overcome the seven-year itch, the ten-year appointment, and the fifteen-year catastrophe... But I received a critical illness notice one month before my birthday.
I'm dying.
But my husband didn't know that. He even asked his secretary to send me the divorce agreement the night before my birthday.
He also ordered me to sign and return it to him the next day.
But I was in so much pain that I accidentally spurted blood and ran out of breath before signing.
Deadly and thorough.
[First person, be].
Please give me advance notice for the next Be article! The copy is as follows↓
——There was a gap in my heart, which started to bleed and fill with pus, which became a scar that marked me. ——
Some people cursed me as a lowly and lowly Beta who was engraved in my bones and blood and deserved to be ridden by thousands of people.
Then he waved to me and I followed.
Purpose: Love is precious and life is more valuable
