Compared with his delicate wife, she was even more embarrassed, but he still thought of her. Perhaps being with her would allow him to enjoy conquest and control. So he went to her again, again and again. When he told his friends, he called it prostitutes. Yes, he kept money every time he left. Then she got pregnant and he started buying her clothes, nice shoes, red shoes. He said to her: After birth, I want a child. She is so happy, so pure and happy, no one has ever treated her like this, she is really satisfied. So she said to him: don't leave me, you can come to see me once a month, once a year, just don't leave me.
He finally turned his back on her. His wife is pregnant and he decides to leave her. She didn't know why, so she screamed, cried, and when she calmed down, she had a miscarriage. When he went to find her, she was dancing with others in weird poses, looked at him, and said to him calmly: I had a miscarriage. The heart is so shocked! This peculiar woman, so real, when happiness left her, she also decided to say goodbye to him. No self-pity, no sloppiness. Disappeared in the man's life this time.
One rainy day, she suddenly appeared and stood across the road, stubbornly and sadly watching him and his wife go shopping. He saw him, one running, one chasing, and finally, in an alley, he found her, wearing the clothes he bought her. She told him that she was leaving, he said to send her off, so they were together again, carefree. However, the night before she left, she died because she was infected because of the miscarriage. He rescued her like a madman, crying and begging her not to leave him, but she still died in his arms, quietly gone.
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