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Before marriage, she was a city girl who was romantic and fun-loving. Typical moonlight love is a necessity in life. On impulse, she became one of those who got pregnant out of wedlock. Fortunately, this man is in charge. Let's get married. She happily met her parents to prepare for marriage, dreaming about a happy life after marriage. The city girl married him who lives in the countryside. When she got off the car and saw his mother, the girl had a stiff smile on her lips and was stunned. The days after marriage were not as happy as she thought. They started to have money, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, but love eventually lost to reality. Not to mention that marriage is not only a matter of two people, but also the fusion of two families. Behind the quarrel about money and children, can they still be the same as before? Along the way, she truly realized what marriage was.

"Ying, how long have you been with me?" Under the night, Yu Chen stood beside the 28-story rooftop fence, overlooking the ruin-like street below, and spoke to the air. The street was very quiet, so quiet that it was a bit abnormal. Even the corpses that were usually very active at night were not making any movement at the moment... "Seven years." In the air, a magnetic and indifferent voice came to Yu Chen's ears... "Thum, thump, thump..." "Are you tired?" It seemed that the wind on the rooftop was too strong. Yu Chen took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it three times in a row before he could light the cigarette... "Maybe, Shura, I have a question." It was still the indifferent voice hidden in the darkness, but there were very complicated emotions in this sentence... "What?" Yu Chen responded with a cigarette in his hand and slowly blew out a smoke ring from his mouth. "What are we fighting for every day..." As soon as he finished speaking, the figure hidden in the darkness slowly appeared in front of Yu Chen, but his eyes were looking at the place not far from the hotel building where they were, and there seemed to be strange movement there... "Ying, I had a dream, do you want to hear it?" "I dreamed of myself in my twilight years, with my back bent and ragged clothes, walking on a muddy road to hell. The sins of my life, frame by frame, showed the surliness of youth; the arrogance of youth; the absurdity of middle age; like a thorn, like an ice pick; cutting through time, blood flowing; the journey of life was condensed into dust, and the wind blew away..." What are we for? To live, to live for those who want more...