Everywhere, I have to marry my heart 1, and I also think of the unresolved relationship of that woman, and my heart is depressed and I have no happiness all day long. As the saying goes, the sound of the horns is cold, and the night is late, and I am afraid that my husband will ask for questions, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Now that it was time for the wife to have sex, she somehow accumulated tears in the corners of her eyes, and shed a line of clear tears, but her heart noticed it, and was pinched down and forced to ask who was thinking about. I gritted my teeth everywhere and sweared to never say a word.