On Chinese Valentine's Day, my daughter's congenital disease suddenly broke out, and the doctor said that special medicine must be used. I called the dean's husband, and the man drove back without saying a word. But halfway there, he said that something had happened and he couldn't come back. I saw my daughter's chances of survival getting slimmer and slimmer, and desperately called my husband one after another. The hundredth call, he finally answered. My voice was trembling and I was begging with sobs: "My daughter is really in danger now. Please send me some special medicine, please!" But a man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Isn't it just that I blocked two glasses of wine for Gu Yue? Why are you still on the phone?" My daughter is not dying. I will go back to see her tomorrow. But the next second, I saw a provocative private message from his childhood sweetheart. In the photo, the man took off his wedding ring and ate with Qingmei at the most romantic restaurant for couples in the city. The man doesn't know that he can no longer wait for his daughter's tomorrow. There will be no tomorrow for me and him.
