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"Mrs. Lu, Mr. Lu lost his footing and broke his leg while trying to pick the orchid from the cliff for you." I sneered and threw the divorce agreement in his face: "A bitter trick? Sign it." Later, while lying on the hospital bed, he asked me in a dumb voice: "How can you forgive me?" The moment I turned around, I heard the sound of him pulling out the IV tube. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I slapped him. And he was holding the blood-stained bluegrass and smiling at me.

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