On the eve of the Spring Festival, after all the hardships, I finally became pregnant. On the way to announce the good news, I was dragged to the hotel by a man who looked exactly like my husband. After being forced to witness my husband's affair, the man knelt down and begged me to abort the child. He kept claiming that he was his future husband, but he was cheating on me just because I caught him cheating on him before I gave birth. He was stimulated and hemorrhaged to death. He guarded my tombstone and regretted it. He died in love and traveled back to the present, just to prevent everything from happening. I silently agreed to his request to abort the child, but I would never let him know that even for him in the future, I wanted nothing more.
