Finally, after the heroine experienced a serious accident, a person faces the pain of treatment in a sanatorium, and recalls this emotional from sweet to broken bit by bit. She couldn't deny that she loved that man deeply, and when she married him, she really thought that she could cuddle for the rest of her life; she couldn't deny the charm of this man and the heavenly happiness he brought her. But at the same time, the pain is also so real, that he is on the verge of collapse and disheartened.
In such a relationship, perhaps no one is wrong. Love, joy, resentment, and pain are inherently interdependent and inseparable. So when you're happy, you're doubly happy, and when you're sad, you're doubly miserable. This man is not a bad person, he loves his son, and he also loves the woman who loves him deeply, but the possessive love of the woman suffocates him, and he longs to have the freedom of sex and his own life in addition to this love , however this is almost impossible. The two divorced and then had sex together again, just like a pair of lovers.
The funny thing is that when a woman tells a man that she has another man, the man is very annoyed. A man wants to have more than one woman at the same time, but he does not allow his own woman to have other men. At this point, men and women are the same, hope they is the other's only. It's just that most women are content with just having a man, and most men can't be content with just having a woman.
As the woman's body recovered, she gradually let go of this relationship. The man was still full of charm in her eyes, but when he said goodbye, he could wave at him with a calm smile.
Reality is reality, everyone is looking for someone who can make their life better, and the simplest thing is economic and spiritual independence. Everyone is an independent individual, and one cannot depend on another to survive. But the reason why love is great is that it transcends this normal state, whether it is life, old age, sickness or death, whether it is in high spirits or passive and sinking, it still never leaves.
The woman in the play was not so lucky. The prince she met was not a prince, but an ordinary layman. She finally learned to let go through tears and pain.
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