Wife's Betrayal: Hina Ying
As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually dissipated, but for Naying, this tranquility was a silent torture. She sat on a park bench, the cold air seeping into her thin clothes, and the phone screen in her hand lit up, which was a message from her mother: "Where are you? Why haven't you gone home yet?" Every word stabbed her like a needle, tearing apart her remaining reason little by little. The way home leads to the purgatory she least wants to face - the hypocritical family full of unbearable images between her husband and mother. The dim street lights in the park stretched her figure, and fatigue and powerlessness drowned her out like a tide. She could only bury her face in her palms, her shoulders trembling silently, and let the resentment and despair surging in her heart have nowhere to vent.
About Wife's Betrayal: Hina Ying
As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually dissipated, but for Naying, this tranquility was a silent torture. She sat on a park bench, the cold air seeping into her thin clothes, and the phone screen in her hand lit up, which was a message from her mother: "Where are you? Why haven't you gone home yet?" Every word stabbed her lik...Read more