After I left her for the 10th time, she held my hand and said
"Even if the seas and rocks are shattered, the mountains collapse and the earth is torn apart, I still want you to be by my side."
I married her because I loved her, but later she said she wanted a child, but she didn't want one.
She would look for me every time I left. For 7 years, she tortured me all over. We hurt each other. Because of her, I suffered from mental illness.
In the end, I had no room left and set fire to the house. In the thick smoke, I saw the young girl in my memory running toward me.
She was very good to me, so good that I loved her until the last moment of my life. It was my choice to leave. Living is too tiring, and loving her also makes me a little tired.
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