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My husband died. The moment I found out, I cried so hard that my heart broke. We were childhood sweethearts and had been married for twenty years. Although we had no children, we were still inseparable and we were as close as each other. No one knew that we were a couple of gods and gods. Now I am the only one left. It's like the mandarin duck has been separated from the water, and the orchid has not hung on its southeastern branch. What? Am I wrong? Of course that's not right. I am illiterate and illiterate. I only see it from the stage. Hey, people without knowledge seem to be inferior to others even when they are sad. Maybe I cried too hard, but no one came to help me for so long. If I kept crying, the onion juice in my sleeve would be exhausted.