Xiaosuo knew that they couldn't live together anymore, just because they had quarreled more than once in the three years since their marriage. The reason for most things was that simple.
Feng Hong sat in front of the window, raising his head and smoking a cigarette and looking out the window. There were three opposite scenes, a lonely man, and his marriage was already riddled with holes, so why should he still linger on it.
Without enough money, not enough room, only a puddle of bitter water, no one would stay, let alone Xiaosuo, who was tied to a famous family. If it weren't for his intervention, Xiaosuo could have found a well-matched person who could take her away from such a gloomy future. He could spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy a fur coat and have his own house. It seems that something is missing. What it is and what kind of fact it is, Feng Hong doesn't know and can't remember it. Oh, lately he has been forgetting something in his memory intentionally or unintentionally, so his performance in front of his boss has failed one after another, and his salary has been deducted twice as much as he was paid. He is really unlucky. Back home, Xiaosuo's unreasonable behavior was another heavy blow to his life. It was like an extra straw on the camel's back, crushing this usually somewhat macho "man".