Story 1.
I met her in the attic of my home, the woman imprisoned by my husband. She is more addictive than a venomous snake, and I felt deep pity for her as a fellow victim. I don't think I love her, I pity her in deep trouble, just like I pity myself.
Story 2.
Every time I came out of the beauty salon, I would go to sit with her. She always wore a cheongsam, looked at me with distressed eyes, and told me not to get stuck in it any more. I said that I couldn't get out. I had changed myself beyond recognition. After seeing her, I wanted to have a better appearance. Only then could I have the capital to stand by her side. But she slowly told me that I would always have the capital to stand with her.
Purpose: May all sincere feelings be rewarded