Grey Goose's Book and Story
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I Gave the Opportuntiy to My Husband's Beloved Woman
Hubby cried and fainted several times at his white moonlight's funeral. The next day, he commits suicide with a suicide note in his hand in front of White Moonlight's tombstone, his only request is to be buried together with White Moonlight. Moved by their love story, his children decided to fulfill the last wish of the two old men. I, the pillow-bearer who had been with him for 40 years, became a joke. My youngest granddaughter cried and slammed her rice bowl on me, "It's all your fault, if you hadn't morally abducted Grandpa for the rest of his life, Grandpa wouldn't have committed suicide, and I would be the descendant of a scientist, not the granddaughter of a rural person like you." I was so angry that I had a heart attack, but I heard my daughter say, "What a nuisance, another funeral, how troublesome for relatives to come back and forth!" My son indifferently said, "There's no cemetery for her anyway, so the funeral won't be held, and the ashes will be scattered in the river!" When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in the third year when I was a youth in the countryside. This year, I returned to the city to work in the quota has not been given by my husband to his white moonlight.