When I saw Akash entering Simi's house, Simi was leaning against the jam-red wall, her smooth long hair was gently draped over her shoulders, and I was still admiring when she quietly listened to the piano master arranged by her husband to play for her. If a middle-aged woman is like her, her beauty is still alive, her life is prosperous, and her lover is considerate, then it is really a perfect life. As a result, the camera turns and she slaps her face. Behind these quiet days, there are men and women who have been smashed by cheating. , Life is like a broken bottle of red wine, shattered all over the place. . . . . .
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