The White Fog Is Misty and the Night Fog Is Lingering

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, He Nuanxia has spent her 28th year. She has a humorous husband and a well-behaved daughter. Life seems to be particularly kind to He Nuanxia. Plain and affectionate is true, and He Nuanxia has always hoped to keep it like this until she grows old, watching her wife grow white hair on her temples, leaning against each other with trembling shoulders and watching the glow quietly under the sunset. I never thought that a compassionate act of charity would actually bring me the biggest nightmare in my life. Her husband divorced her, and her daughter did not recognize her as her mother. She was inexplicably detained to act as a prisoner for that powerful man. Why? Why do all the burdens of life fall on my fragile self? . That man, that man! He ruined everything about himself. . .