Before dawn,
I killed myself.
On New Year’s Eve, when the family was reunited.
But I didn’t think that my ex-husband, who’s been so unattractive to me, would go mad at those who didn’t.
And for me.
But when I was alive, he didn’t love me.
I’ve become a ghost at the moment, standing next to my own body.
The white man standing in front of me, looking for the life of him:
“What’s your name? I’m sorry.
“Low’s late. I’ve written my own name, and I’m looking forward to it, so I can be reborn as a good family.
But the blind eye stayed on the bloodline for a long time and said to me:
“You’re still alive and you have a child in your belly. Why did you kill yourself? I’m sorry.
I looked at myself in the tub without blood:
“If you don’t want to live, you kill yourself. I’m sorry.
And the beard was crooked by my words, and he photographed the blood on his hands, saying, “Do you know that it is immoral to call a false alarm in your shade before the sun dies?” Besides, your baby was supposed to have a whole new life, but you couldn’t be born because you killed yourself! I’m sorry.
Heaven and earth, I did not know I was pregnant when I killed myself.
But when I heard so much about it, I said, “How can I die with so many rules?” I’m sorry.
“There are many wonderful things in life that you have to go through. Be good, be good, and go back to you.” I’m sorry.
I think of my mean parents like vampires, of my wasteful sister and brother, of my cold face.
“There is no good thing in my life. Just pull me out, and be a cat and a dog in the next life.” I’m sorry.
I won’t go back to my body no matter what I say.
So he said to me, ‘Whoever dies before he dies, the procedure is difficult. So I’ll give you a month, and you’ll stay on earth as a ghost, and if you don’t find anything to keep you alive this month, then I’ll do the paperwork. I’m sorry.
I thought about it, and I promised it to be white.
It’s not easy to be a ghost.
On the first day of being a ghost, I sat on a window and watched the lights of the house.
The cell phone next to the tub has only a group of blessing, and there are hundreds of contacts on the phone, and none of them will contact me on New Year’s Eve.
When spring night came to an end, my cell phone, like a brick, finally sounded.
I floated over and saw it coming from my bad old man.
He sent out a photo, a box containing several clothes and used cosmetics.
He said, ‘Your derelictness gives you a day to pull it away, and do not dirty my house.’ I’m sorry.
My ex-husband’s name was Muy night white, and he was a cold and ruthless black president.
In just a few years, young people inherited a family business, which doubled their performance, calling him a business genius.
Not to mention the fact that when he first inherited the company, no one else looked well and mocked him with that face for the entertainment business.
But perfect people are flawed.
His disadvantage is that he doesn’t love me.
He had a high-school crush on the moon, and I was just a baby girl his mother set up when we were kids.
My old man was rich, and when I was a senior, unfortunately, my family was broke.
And We had a sanctified sister, followed by a brother who had been spoiled by his parents, and a pair of parents who were heavy on sons and daughters.
When I was a senior, my family went bankrupt, but my sister who studied abroad was not affected in any way.
I was told by my parents, “It’s hard to do business at home, you know.”
I’m trying to earn a scholarship, and I’m going to have to work hard to pay for the rest of my studies, and I’m afraid I’ll be in trouble at home.
Turning around, my parents sent my impotent brother abroad for two and a half million dollars a year, without blinking.
When I worked in Kentucky and earned a few bucks an hour, my brother went to a party on a cruise ship.
My sister skied in the snow mountains abroad while I was in a hot weather wearing heavy dolls.
Looks like my family’s broke and I’m the only one affected.
When I was 4th year old, my parents climbed up the tall branch of Muy night white.
At the time of her pregnancy, her mother had been in a car accident and her parents found out that she had been taken to the hospital to survive with her stomach.
My late-night mother, who saw my mother pregnant, and her mother’s looks were good, said she wanted to have a baby.
I thought it was a joke, but when I was 4th year old, my late-night mom was suddenly sick, and she thought of herself as a child before dying.
So I found my house.
It’s like winning a lottery for a bankrupt family.
The girl was supposed to be my sister, but at that time, my sister had a steady date abroad, and at that time Mong-buk just took over the company, the outside world said he was a embroidered pillow and my sister wouldn’t marry.
So, I’m the one who’s been pushed up.
My marriage certificate came down before my diploma, and at the time of graduation, I was given two credits.
I laughed, and it was a blessing.
Miracle doesn’t like me. I knew it all along.
When the marriage certificate was issued, the night-white mother held my hand and waited for half an hour in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
When he arrived, he just took a look at me and said to his mother, “Something is too late. I’m sorry.
And then he never looked at me again.
So I knew from the beginning that he didn’t love me.
I was sitting on the balcony, blowing a cold wind, watching the lights outside.
The loss of life after suicide slowly engulfed the whole body.
I think I should put on a web-based, cloud-depressed song, but unfortunately I can’t move my phone.
While I was thinking about going somewhere, my cell phone in the bathroom was ringing.
I floated over. It’s Moo-Buk.
I received a marriage certificate with his previous genius, and he said that there were some distributives that were not accounted for, so let me not black out.
I know his character, and I don’t do things in a muddy manner, and I just think he wants to be completely clean with me and that he won’t have anything to do with me.
But he’s calling me so many times now. Why?
I don’t understand.
He rang the number, and he tweaked it, again and again.
I was upset and I was wondering if I could hit my phone in the tub.
But I’ve just become a ghost, and I’m not real enough to touch the entity.
I watched the phone ring forever.
After more than half an hour, the cell phone finally quieted down.
My parents’ phone calls came in the morning the next day.
My mother said, “It’s not that we don’t want you to go home for the New Year, but as long as you go to bedtime and remarry with you, we’ll agree to you go home for the holidays.” I’m sorry.
When I was divorcing Mongbak, the first one against my parents.
Because when I was a husband and wife, even if I didn’t like him, he would look at that marriage certificate and give me some financial support.
The Murphs are big, and he’ll make it back to life.
I divorced him, and this tree won’t last.
So my parents ran into my apartment a million times during the divorce period to persuade me not to divorce.
Look at me, my dad threw a slap at me and called me a woman who was divorced and never got married.
The day before yesterday, I was stubborn enough to get a divorce from Mongbak.
As in the case of the marriage certificate five years ago, Mu Xianbai left me alone to wait for him for hours in the Civil Administration before he arrived late.
When he arrived, he didn’t even say a word, and took his expensive limo when he was signed, and left without any emotion.
The car ran over the water on the road and splattered me.
I’m going to throw my mouth out and press my eye.
I thought it was almost New Year’s, and after I got my divorce papers, I went to buy some of these.
They don’t want to be turned away.
My parents kicked me out.
The way my mother looked at me, it could be described as mean.
She said, ‘You have a face to come back, and you know that our family can only go on with the business of Muqun. You are now divorced from him, and you are going to force me to die.’ I’m sorry.
I looked down and looked down at the old stuff.
Many years of frustration.
I cried and looked at my real parents.
“What about me? Haven’t I done enough? I’m sorry.
I don’t care what they say. Turn around.
At that moment, I was ready to commit suicide.
I wonder if they would regret what they did to me if they found me dead.
At the beginning of the year, families celebrated.
My family is happy too.
I sat on the bathroom table and looked at me in the tub.
The whole bathroom is red-hot and, apart from some horrors, it’s a happy color.
At 7 or 8 a.m., the family started to operate.
The neighbors are making dumplings, and the sound of chopping is very busy.
It seemed like I was working on a florist downstairs, smelling like a pipe, and I touched my stomach, so I remembered that I had not eaten for two days before I killed myself.
After filling himself with a bottle of wine, he lay in the tub.
Now I smell those scents, and I’m starting to regret that I didn’t eat enough before I killed myself.
If you die in New Year’s, you’ll be a hungry ghost.
I was wondering if I was going to the neighbor’s house to see if she had dumplings or if I was going downstairs to see the florist.
Who will come to my house at this time?
I started my head searching for my social circle, and after college, I became a full-time wife, basically disconnected from my previous friends, and I couldn’t get into the circle, so my friend, almost.
Is it a delivery?
I’ve been searching my head to see if I’ve recently bought a delivery that hasn’t been signed, and I’m heading towards the door.
I looked out through the cat’s eyes, and when I saw the outside, I stopped.
Why did Mirzebek show up at my door?
And We looked out through the eyes of the cat, and only saw the handsome face of the night white, full of impatience.
He hurriedly knocked and repeatedly ring the bell.
“Don’t think it’ll get my attention. It won’t help me. I’m sorry.
The voice of Mowdow came through the door.
I’m scared of late-night negative.
No matter how high my emotions were, as soon as he appeared, I felt the sky would collapse.
Because my parents told me before we got married that I’d never get mad because if we could get our business back together, it’s up to me to see if we can get help from our marriage certificate.
On the night before the marriage, my mother told me to prepare something for me: “You must learn to please nighttime white and his family after you have married. After all, your sister and your brother have to spend money to attend school, and you should think about them. I’m sorry.
I looked down at the wedding shoes on my feet and I didn’t say anything.
If it wasn’t for the marriage, I would have been working today, 80 bucks a day.
And that’s why, after marriage, whatever happens, as long as I feel the mood is wrong, I choose to apologize.
In the end, I don’t even know who’s right or who’s wrong.
Under my mom and dad’s brainwashing, I feel like I was wrong.
So even now that I’ve committed suicide and seen Moyen White appear so unhappy in front of my house, I still feel unconscious that I made a mistake and should apologize to him.
But now I can’t respond to his negative emotions.
There was no response to knocks, and the nighttime was more violent.
He called me again, and my cell phone in the bathroom rings my usual bell.
My house is a wedding present from my late-night mom before she got married.
She was a good man, and she said to me, “I asked you to marry my son, but I was afraid that you would suffer in marriage, so I wanted to give you a shelter.” I’m sorry.
It’s an apartment, a small room in 80 flats, a cell phone in the main bedroom, and I can still hear the bell at the door.
Miracle White heard it too.
And he put his hand on the door: “A good chorus, you better hide for the rest of your life, don’t let me see you, I’ll leave your things at the door, and don’t go looking for them at my house.” I’m sorry.
He hung up the phone, kicked something under his feet and then turned and left in anger.
I hide at the door and the atmosphere won’t come out.
People say I’m afraid of ghosts, but now I’m a ghost, but I’m afraid of the night white outside the door.
I’m a fucking piece of shit!
I fell out of the window and watched the night-white car drive away before I could get out of the door.
Mirzebek sent me to his house, where I forgot to pack some clothes and cosmetics.
It’s not much, and it’s in a box.
Murdoch didn’t even clean up for me, stuffed in that box.
I crouched down and felt like I was being dumped at the door and being seen in the neighborhood was a little embarrassing.
I tried to reach out and carry that box, but my hand went right through it.
Mow-Buk!
I decided to stand on his bed and scare him tonight!
I died 24 hours ago, and I stood at the bedside of the nighttime.
I met a ghost sister who died in my neighborhood, and she told me that I had just died and that I couldn’t touch a glass and make a noise to scare people like those more qualified ghosts.
All I can do now is scare him when he’s asleep, and when he’s impotent, or something like that.
At 1 a.m. I was lying on the head of the night, but there was no one on it.
Because Muyenbuk still works in the study.
I’ve had a yawn, and I’m groaning: If you want to be noble, you have to suffer.
I’m sure you can’t do anything like that.
And We stretched out our laziness, and drifted to the nightless study, and found him not working, but sitting at the desk, as though he were thinking.
The lunar character of lunar white, the color of the house is black and white, and the library is no exception.
He turned only the nightlight on the desk, and half of the fine five were hidden in the darkness, and half of them were lighted by cold light, so that the light was far deeper.
His eyes were low, his computer was bright, he looked at the look, and he felt a strong blue.
I flew behind him and accidentally took a look at his computer screen and found that he was not working at all.
On the computer page, it’s his Twitter chat with Levi.
“I will return to my country in the eighth year. I’m sorry.
“What time flight, I’ll pick you up.” I’m sorry.
Levi reported her flight number, said time and night white said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
This has always been the case with the nighttime, and the demands of Levi have always been fulfilled with all due diligence.
I was standing behind Moyer White, watching this brief conversation, and the suffocation of my heart being held tight and loose was much less than when I first knew about Levi.
Levy was the first girlfriend in the night, and he was sorry to miss the moonlight.
It’s been six months since I married Muyen.
I got married in my fourth year of high school, and even though I fell into this big tree, the partiality with which I was raised made me feel safer that everything was still on my own.
All my requests for me to be a full-time wife at home, to go shopping with her, and I went to an internship at a company myself.
It wasn’t easy to live an internship, because I had an aggressive leader, and I had a rich two-generation intern in my team, so I had to do two jobs on my own, and the honor was divided by that rich two-generation.
Mong-bai is very good and has great looks.
I’ve never been in love, married to him, and I’ve never been in love with him.
So the frustrations that followed the internships faded when you saw the nightlight.
At that time, I thought I had such a wonderful husband.
That day I worked late from the office until late at night, and I came home, and Muyer had taken a bath in the bathroom.
He travels often, only once, and every time he comes back, he is polite and alienated from me.
But when he comes back, I’m still happy.
We sat down on the couch waiting for him to come out.
When I waited, his cell phone, which he dropped on the bed, was ringing.
The water in the bathroom was still ringing, and I went to the door and called him to remind him that his cell phone was ringing, but he did not respond to me.
I picked up my cell phone and found it to be a foreign number, with a wide range of nighttime business, and when he took me to the party, he showed me many foreign business partners.
I thought this number was his business partner.
I think I, as his real wife, have the right to take this call.
But when I answered the phone, on the other side, there was a beautiful voice of a girl who was drunk.
I paused, and I asked, “Who is this? I’m sorry.
But who knows that girl is more responsive than me:
“Who are you and why are you holding the night-white phone? I’m sorry.
She called him night white. This is the name I was married for six months, and I was afraid to call out when I was in love, but she was so natural.
“Hello, I’m the wife of Moyen-breed. I’m sorry.
The girls over there seem to have heard something incredible, and while I was going to say something, the water in the bathroom stopped.
Mowderbaum washed out of his towel and took his phone from me.
I remember his cold eyes and looked at me like a stranger.
“Why did you use my phone? I’m sorry.
The woman’s instincts, the eyes of the late evening show me that the girl had a different relationship with him.
On the other night, Muyenne had not stayed at home, had not given me any explanation and had taken a telephone call and left in a car.
Then I learned in the mouth of Muyer’s mother that the girl was called Levi, the white moon of the New Year.
Levy is a beautiful white man with great talent and a light that cannot be forgotten in the dark and dark of the night.
I’m sorry I missed it because I was young. After Levi left the country to study abroad, Muyingbai slowly followed his father to learn business and became the current business genius.
Levi has changed several boyfriends, but Muhai has been alone.
Everyone in their community said that even if they got married at night, only one phone call from Levi would leave the bride to find her.
Unfortunately, I was the one in their romantic story that was used to prove the man’s love.
‘Cause I picked up Livy’s phone and Muy night was angry.
His punishment for me was to go abroad to develop new business maps.
For almost a year, he hasn’t come back to see me.
Miracle White is the son of heaven, and even if the marriage was arranged by the parents, I inevitably fell in love with him.
But this year’s silence also made me understand that there is an insurmountable divide between me and Muhai, and that there are many factors, including family, insight, and vision… but the one most affected is Levi.
He knew it was only because of Levi that he tried to alienate me, but my parents, using their family business as an excuse to ask me to ask for money.
My mother said, “I know that you are now a late-night wife, with a new child, and that you have a rich family, but only if your mother’s family is strong, you will have a place to come back. I’m sorry.
In the absence of the meeting, I sent numerous tweets to Muyer, sharing daily trifles, poking at him, and occasionally returning a short sentence or two if he was in a good mood.
But more, it’s dead.
But because of my parents’ demands, I had to make a phone call to Murdoch.
I’m afraid to disturb his rest, and the time difference is his lunch break, but on my side, it’s midnight.
But when I made my request carefully, the lunar whites were just laughing.
Then, in a sarcasm, he said, “Do you ever marry anyone who gives you money?” I’m sorry.
I heard him say, like an ice hole.
I’m sitting in my study room, and I’m stunned by the nighttime whiteness of Levi’s chat page.
His heart is grotesque, but his determination to scare him has grown stronger.
First I got to his ear, and I blew my cheeks in his ear.
I see that’s how all the girls in “Tai Yiji” scare poor schoolgirls to sleep in a broken temple.
And indeed, my approach has proved to be effective, and it turned its back against me who was blowing at him.
I’ve got a little bit of a twitch in my heart.
Turning around, finding out there was nothing unusual, he turned off his computer chat pages.
He was tired of leaning on a chair, stretching out his hand and squeezing his nose, and groaning for a long time.
I’m a little confused. Isn’t the moonlight coming back soon? Why are you so sad?
You think I’ve been married for five years and I’m not clean enough for Levi?
The more I tried to hold back, the more I grabbed my fist and hit the shelf behind him.
I’m just angry and unconscious, but I didn’t think I actually touched a book on the shelf.
It’s a hard-shell cover, and it’s thick, and I’m scared by the sound of it falling on the floor.
I was scared because I was able to touch things.
Mong-bai was scared because: Why did the book fall for no reason?
I looked up to the ground at the same time as Mullah.
And the picture in the book came out, and I looked at it, and it was my picture, and it was a picture or two of it with the night white.
And that’s when I remembered that, before the death of the late-night mom, I was on a trip to the sea with the late-night-white girl, who, with her help, took a couple of photos with me.
Mowder’s mom washed the photo and gave me a copy of it with Mowder.
Her intention was to have Muhai put it in a frame and then took it to the office of the company.
My share, I’m all in frame, in the most visible position.
But I didn’t realize that Moo-buk hid them so deeply.
“Dogs, do you see these pictures that make you so comfortable? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t bear to go down to pick up those pictures, and my hands waved.
This time, the glass on the table was washed down.
I left a false face of the night white, drifted out of the window and returned to my home.
Well, look at my picture and you’ll feel bad. Then I’ll show you something worse.
I can’t sleep.
Ghosts don’t die overnight, so I’m on the sofa, and I’m just gonna let it go.
I can’t avoid the fate of being a ghost in the middle of the night.
The 35th hour after my death, my sister sent me a message.
I was so bored, I was in bed thinking about what to do today, and the cell phone in the bathroom was ringing, and I flew over and wondered who was looking for me.
And as soon as I went in, I got scared by my body.
I feel a little gruesome myself in a red tub without blood.
Huh. I suddenly regret having used this method of death.
On the phone page, it’s a tweet from my sister.
She said, “It is best for you and for our house that you do not have the will to return.” I’m sorry.
Five minutes later, she issued another one: “What’s the status of Muyer? He can come to us with his annuals after his divorce. Lodge, with the steps, he has to come down as soon as possible.” I’m sorry.
My sister was three years older than me, and when I was a kid, I used to admire her.
I think she’s good, she’s good, she’s always the brightest in school when there’s art.
When I was a kid, I thought my sister was good.
When I grew up, I began to realize why Mom and Dad had to report so many expensive talent classes to my sister, and I only had to report the most cost-effective calligraphy and national painting classes.
And when the business at home started to decline, the first thing to stop was my cheap book law and national painting.
My parents’ bias began to diminish my worship of my sister, who also seemed to enjoy her preference and rightly treated me as a small follower.
After I gave her a love letter to the high school boss, she was stuck in the alley by a little girl who liked the schoolhouse, and she just walked by and left alone.
When I came home with my injuries, she asked me to tell my parents not to tell them about her love letter to the schoolboy.
She was at the same university as me, but when I went to that university, she had gone abroad to study. She was an excellent graduate, and she was invited to speak as a good alumni at school.
She saw me through the crowd but didn’t recognize me.
And when she came home, she said to me, with a little obnoxious tone, “Will you please dress yourself up, and if those people knew that my sister was so poor, my face would be ruined.” I’m sorry.
I’m laughing in my heart. Why do I look so poor?
I’d kill myself, and she’d do it.
The ghost sister who jumped herself out of a building in the neighborhood and kept her soul trapped told me that if no one worships, she can only pick up garbage for food.
I thought about my complex relationships, and I thought I’d have to go and hang out with a ghost sister early, otherwise I wouldn’t have eaten anything hot.
A cold-blooded man like Muyenne, who knew that I had committed suicide after my divorce, had affected his reputation, would probably have given up my ashes.
I’m sitting on the roof with the ghost sister, listening to her gossip about the neighborhood over the years.
She said it would be good to be a ghost, and to eat a melon could stand in the front row, and there was a rape in the neighborhood and she was sitting on the closet.
But I suddenly noticed someone appearing at my door.
And We went down fast, and saw the dead face of the iceberg of nightfall.
He was standing at the door, knocking on the door, and then calling the property, saying he was the owner and needed to unlock it.
And the property looked at him and told him, “This house belongs to another woman, and she has nothing to do with you.” I’m sorry.
When my mom gave me this house, she told me it was prenuptial property and it had nothing to do with it.
At that time I thought she was just trying to make me feel better than my parents, and suddenly I missed this beautiful woman who died three years ago.
And he said: I am with her, a household. I’m sorry.
The property said, “Then ask your wife for the keys. We can’t help you.” I’m sorry.
You’ll have to yell at your mother.
But the CEO is the CEO, and in this world he can’t do much less than us.
He called in the lock company to break the door.
The property was too anxious to stop, and the night was empty of its card. I’m sorry.
The property looked quiet because the Murph Group could buy the entire building.
The lock was broken, the door opened, the blood smell came, and the ticking sound came in the bathroom.
It’s not good to look at Muyer and the property.
They came in and opened the bathroom door.
I couldn’t hide my suicide in a scream of property.
I thought about how I’d find out about my suicide.
The worst part is that my body rots and stinks, and my neighbors complain, and the property knocks on the door and finds that I am decomposed and decomposed.
The day after the suicide was discovered, it was a surprise to me.
At least my body now is nothing but a little ugly.
But what I didn’t expect was a response to the nighttime.
He’s been in a trance for a long time, and he hasn’t even responded to the property call.
Then he woke up red, fell down on his knees next to the tub, reached out with his hands tremors to see my nose, and touched my wrist with a terrible wound.
His eyes were red, but he could not speak, and it seemed painful.
I’m sitting next to the baptizer, thinking it’s the CEO.
After the police arrived, the scene was sealed off, and people were sent to placate the moodless lunar whites.
After collecting so-called evidence, they removed my body.
At the police station, the police brought Miracle and my family to make a statement.
The entire person was depressed, but restrained his emotions and completed his statement in cooperation with the police.
The police said, “Who are you? I’m sorry.
And the night said: wife. I’m sorry.
“I just got a divorce with him four days ago. I’m sorry.
The police said, “What is the reason for the divorce?” I’m sorry.
The night looked up, didn’t know what to think.
“She said there was no feelings. I’m sorry.
I’m done. I’m laughing. I said no more feelings.
I’m the one who’s in charge?
I remember the day I mentioned the divorce, he was also sitting in the study.
I went into the study with a yawn and he didn’t talk to me.
I said, “Let’s get a divorce.” I’m sorry.
The hand of Muyeng Bai signed, looked up at me, and his face was dark.
“How much is it going to cost this time?” I’m sorry.
This sentence is deeply injurious and humiliating.
In his eyes, I was a woman who married him for money.
I was very determined to divorce, and I said, “Because I don’t have feelings, I want to divorce.” I’m sorry.
I think I’ve made myself clear, but I don’t agree.
And his reason was: ‘You say divorce, and then you ask me to remarry. I am very busy, and I do not have so much time to play these boring games with you.’ I’m sorry.
I shot the divorce papers in front of him.
30 days of a cool divorce, and it’s over.
I moved to this little apartment after my divorce, and at the beginning of the divorce period I was drunk.
I didn’t want to open the door for him to come in, but when he was drunk, he shot the door in the face, and the neighbours couldn’t see it, I had to let him in.
A grown-up drunk man, with no chicken in his hand, happens to me.
That kid in my belly, that’s when it was.
He cried out my name with affection and took me by force.
I looked at the ceiling in despair and thought, “He thought I was Levi.”
I knocked out a kid.
In the third year of my marriage to Miracle, her mother died.
Sleeping in bed before he died, he finally came back from abroad, but he left me politely.
My late-night mom always wanted me to have a baby with her so she could feel better.
So in order to do the “mission” that Mom gave me, Muyenne would come back to live with me regularly.
It would have been the sweetest thing to do with me in a cold, mechanical, unemotional way.
But the sky did not wish until my stomach did not react until the late-night mother died.
My mom died three months ago, and I’m still working for a company.
I thought something had happened.
Asked our colleagues to know that the company was working with Moo-hye, who is now the company’s golden father.
I worked hard and hard for years, so I was called to the suburbs when I went to see the resort project.
The company has four or five other people to spend the night at the resort.
Muyenne appeared at the company and saw me and he just took a look.
That night, my colleagues went to the hot springs, and I walked alone in the hills and looked where the facilities were still incomplete.
It’s just around the corner and it’s called lunar white.
I was also discovered by Murdoch, trying to pretend he didn’t see me and then twist his head off.
The night struck me, hung up the phone, then passed by me, passed by my shoulder, and left a message:
“Then at the company, pretend you don’t know him. I’m sorry.
Give him what he can.
After two days and one night of “business trips”, the boss and his assistant went back first, leaving me and another female colleague.
When it rained that night, the female colleague who was supposed to come back with me said that her boyfriend was in the neighborhood, that she went back to see her parents and that she left with her boyfriend.
I’m only left to call the car at the hill.
The area is more biased, coupled with rain, making it difficult to get a car.
Murdoch passed by with his assistant, who recognized me and came to greet me.
Mong-bai is going back to the city at this hour, and if I were to speak, I might be able to take a ride back, but I decided to keep my dignity when I thought of the sarcasm.
I didn’t want to be embarrassed, but I said, “I’m going back with my colleagues, and she’s still packing.” I’m sorry.
The night when I heard what I heard, my cold eyes smote my face, and my heart bowed, and I looked not at him.
When the night went away, I waited for the car.
The driver said that the road was in front of the hill because of the construction and the road was muddy and he couldn’t get in and let me walk by myself.
It wasn’t a long road, but it was a downside, and I was wearing a professional dress and high heels, and I fell down and couldn’t get up again.
I didn’t realize what was going on, just watching blood flow out of the rain.
When the staff at the hill called an ambulance, I didn’t know I was pregnant until I got to the hospital.
But I had another miscarriage.
I couldn’t accept such a double blow, calling Muyenne and being hung up.
The day after his assistant arrived at the hospital, I realized that the night before his arrival was for Levi’s birthday and that he was very drunk and was still awake.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I heard about my miscarriage and came to the hospital to see me and left on the pretext of working.
The only thing he did was to stop me from going to work after that, to give me a black card, to be a full-time wife at home and to get me a driver.
Yeah, the loss of little life in his stomach is just an economic remedy.
So I don’t understand why it’s so sad to be in the middle of the night.
I was identified as a suicide.
“Your wife has a baby in her belly that is not yet in shape.” I’m sorry.
The nightingale fell flat on the ground, weeping without a voice, despite the crowd.
It’s not his style aah.
My parents and my sister came and all showed up in pain.
My mother took the hand of the police and cried, “How could my daughter kill herself? I’m sorry.
I sat in the chair next to them and watched them look so sad, I couldn’t help but wonder:
“That’s a good costume. I’m sorry.
The old man who died in a car accident was moved and looked at me and said, “How can a little girl talk? I’m sorry.
And I lifted up my legs and said, “Because it was me who died, and the day before I committed suicide, they threw me out of my house and prevented me from coming home for the year.” I’m sorry.
Uncle, it’s a moment of silence.
Muyen-Buk looks really painful and looks like he’s a loving husband who lost his loving wife.
He even asked to be with me at the morgue.
The forensics were somewhat difficult.
Stop talking about forensics. I’m sick of moo-buk.
But Moose had the money, the kind that could bankrupt Wang in a minute, so the coroner let him in.
My body has been frozen, with a little dignity relative to the way it was in the tub.
Mong-buk kneels next to the table with the body, reaching out and touching my face.
“Why would you rather die than stay with me? I’m sorry.
I thought it was funny. He pushed me away over and over.
Murdoch slept with my body all night in the morgue.
He was lying on the table, holding my hand.
I’m looking at him, thinking about what happened to the forensics, and why did I let him in?
I floated out to get into forensics trouble, but I heard forensics standing at the door, feeling sad:
“What a loving couple, that’s how we’ll be separated forever. I’m sorry.
Fuck me.
Who can speak for me?
I dreamt of terrorizing him after he fell asleep.
In my dream, it’s a home scene, I’m in my study, and as soon as Muyer opened the door I saw me standing by the window in a white shirt.
First I looked at him softly.
“You’re back? I’m sorry.
The night was at the door, and the pupils shivered.
I’m satisfied that he’s scared of me, after all the first time he died and suddenly came into a dream, and anyone would feel sick.
And I went to the desk, and I kept being gentle: “I will pour you hot milk, drink and work.” I’m sorry.
The night has gone forward, looking at me with incredible eyes: “You…”
I’m flattered. I think you’re scared.
I went to nighttime and stretched out my hand to make his tie: “You are so tired, you should rest at home, otherwise you will be exhausted and I will be in pain.” I’m sorry.
I’m shorter than him and he can’t see my face when I’m getting his tie.
I see the time is ripe, to make a face, to raise my hand and scare him.
Instead of being scared, I was held in my arms.
He held me tight and seemed to rub me in his flesh.
And he buried his face on my neck, murmuring, “Will you not leave?” I’m sorry.
I’m full of black questions.
What the fuck is going on?
Miracle spent the night in the morgue and I tried to scare him, but he scared me.
A man’s heart, a needle in the sea, when I’m alive and I can’t hide from me, then I’m in love.
The next night, with all the blood in his eyes and blood in his eyes, the assistant saw him in such a state and ran and dealt with my business.
Murdoch went back to my suicide apartment and lay in my bed.
It was hard for me to look around because he was in bed without his socks off.
Mowdering was not asleep and began to look around my house after lying in my bed for more than half an hour.
I didn’t write a suicide note, because I thought it was for the man I wanted to see.
I’ve got nothing to worry about, man.
But I have a habit of writing journals.
Miracle found out my diary, and in that moment I understood that something worse than death was a social death.
I don’t write a diary every day, just a summary for a while, so this diary is a record of all my life from the age of 17 to the present.
I regret not eating this diary when I killed myself.
I broke my face and begged to jump off the stairs and the ghost sister, who was very deep in the street, stopped lunar.
But the ghost sister took her hand and said, “I can’t help her. I’m sorry.
I’m crashing.
And she said, “I want to see, too, after all the gossip I told you. I’m sorry.
I watched the ghost sister sit by nighttime and read my diary.
And I’m in the corner, and I’m in the middle of it, and I’m in the middle of it. If I shut them both out, I’ll be thrown into hell on the 18th floor.
“Oh, my God, your parents are so bad for you.” I’m sorry.
I think I know what they saw.
It’s a diary, but it’s more like my suicide plan, and all the things that are mentioned in it are the cause of my suicide.
Why can a sister and a brother go to school, why is my living expenses reduced by bankruptcy?
Why would I be the one who did wrong?
One of the things I did on my eighteenth birthday was to check my DNA, and I was really my parents’ kid, but why would they do that to me?
At the age of 19, I came out with watermelon in my shorts after taking a bath at home and ran into my sister’s boyfriend, who took care of me and dragged me into my room.
It is good that the neighbours heard the sound rushing in, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
But when my family came back, it was my sister’s slap and my parents’ abuse.
They stood on the united front with that man and said I was wearing little clothes and deliberately seduced.
I was the victim, but in their mouth I was the one who started it.
It’s been a long time.
The sister of the ghost said, “You were married to him and loved him, and I used to see it in novels before, and the man followed his wife to the crematorium, and then the woman forgave the man and ended up happy together.” I’m sorry.
My mouth twitched: “No love?” I’m sorry.
In the diary, I said, “Because of a business problem in the home, we’ll be able to settle it by getting married to the night.
Because she had a boyfriend, I had to marry her.
To my family, my marriage to Muyen White was a tree, and I needed my dignity in exchange for money.
But I don’t think I’m pathetic because I’m married to someone who’s good at night.
If it wasn’t for this family relationship, I wouldn’t have known such a day in my life.
I tried very hard to be a wife, and he didn’t like me at first, and I didn’t care that he was forced to marry, and it should take some time to accept me.
I thought it was just a matter of time, and then I realized that there was an insurmountable gap between me and him, because he was too good, because I was not good enough, because he liked Levi.
When they were young, and Levi was so good, it would have been better for me to be with a girl like Levi.
I don’t know.
I was humbled by the family of the originals when I found out that my lawful husband loved Levi at night and contacted her many times, and I couldn’t even ask a question.
I don’t like me because I’m not good enough.
I think my family doesn’t want to see me, and I’m not good enough.
The harm done by the original family is deep-rooted, and I think all the misfortunes I have encountered are my own cause.
The lucky ones heal their lives with their childhood, and the unfortunate ones with their lives.
I’m the unfortunate one.
The police are looking for the reason I killed myself.
But actually, it’s all in the little thing that happened to me.
Deep, complex, full of my life.
My parents have been pressuring me for five years.
And the e-mail that Levi sent me before I mentioned the divorce.
The white rich Levi who grew up in love with each other, the e-mails were very high.
She said, “I’m going back to my country, where the heart of night is, and you know it. If you do not want to be swept out, I will ask you to divorce yourself and not become a stumbling block between me and night white. If you feel that you have no financial security after the divorce, I can give you two million, and the night white will provide you with maintenance. I’m sorry.
She’s very clear: I’ve shown you a lot of respect, and I hope you don’t lose face.
My attitude was clear, and I went back to her and said, “Didn’t everyone pay $5 million? It’s not good for you to come down to the market. I’m sorry.
“Livie gnawed on her teeth, and cut off her teeth, and said, “You see nothing but money, as the night says. I’m sorry.
She yelled at me or called me.
I took the money and proposed a divorce with Miracle.
It’s not that I’m greedy, because it took me five years before, and I didn’t let him get to me. Now that he’s coming back to Lwig, how could I be her opponent?
I don’t want to be swept out, so I’ll take it.
I wanted to start a new life after I got the money.
However, she was divorced, when her parents kicked out of her home in the middle of the year, and she was alone in a cold house drinking alcohol without even a man to speak.
There was a full-blown outburst of negative sentiment, and it was felt that the string was broken, and there was no thought to sustain it.
So I slit my wrist.
I wrote everything in my diary.
When he saw it, he sat down on the ground, he cried and said my name over and over again:
“How can you be so stupid? I’m sorry.
“The first time you had an abortion, I just didn’t want you to be questioned by your colleagues to pretend you didn’t know. You said you were going back with your colleagues, and I didn’t take you. I did go to Levi’s birthday, but it was her business partner at her birthday party, and I was drunk because of the cooperation. I’m sorry.
“I feel guilty after you’ve had a miscarriage, but I couldn’t get distracted when the project was over, and you didn’t want to bring it up again. I’m sorry.
“Livie and I are not what you think. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
A big man of one metre and eight feet cried in my room.
I can’t even watch the ghost sister next door:
“Look, loveful man, otherwise you’ll be back.” I’m sorry.
“Did you see the gator’s tears? I’m sorry.
I killed myself on the seventh day, first seven.
Mong-bai won’t give me a funeral.
The ghost sister said: “It is only because of the nighttime that she will not accept the fact that you died.” I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s so nice to be lazy with a funeral.” I’m sorry.
But my parents came to cry.
Instead of going to the morgue to cry, they went to the nighttime to cry.
The mean parents who kicked me out of my house in New Year ‘ s 30 were crying more than anyone.
“We, our daughter, have learned from childhood, and we have done everything we could to give her, but she married you before she graduated, and she didn’t have the time to be kind to us, and now she’s dead, and we can’t bear it. I’m sorry.
My mom gave my dad a look, and my dad was crying, “It’s hard for us to raise this daughter, and now she’s dead, and we don’t know what to do for the rest of her life. She’s been good and strong, but she suddenly committed suicide after she divorced you, and I think she killed herself because of you. I’m sorry.
I’m right next to it.
It’s like they’re nice to me. It’s an idea. I hear it in the dark.
And none of the helpers of the night could see, and said: “What you say is nothing but that you want to make amends.” I’m sorry.
My mother’s voice was raised once: “Is it right to ask for compensation?” I’m sorry.
The assistant wanted to return his mouth and smiled, saying, “The compensation is due, and whoever owes it is well known.” I’m sorry.
I thought Muyen had said it was to pay my parents compensation so they could stop.
But on the evening of the night, he told his assistant, “Get the investment out of the Loh’s house.” I’m sorry.
The next day, the eighth day, the day Levi came home.
But the nighttime did not reach Levi as promised.
He stayed in his study, looked at my diary and looked around my phone.
What a shame.
I want to die… No, I’m dead.
And in my community of micro-credit friends, there are a lot of self-observing circle of friends, all these years, which I will not survive.
Too much, I won’t bother to delete.
Now it’s turned white.
Really dead.
The nighttime was turned and the eyes were red again.
And We sat on his desk with our legs, and said, “The late love is worse than the grass.” I’m sorry.
In the evening, Livy dragged her suitcase back to Muy night white.
When she entered the door, she began to poignant: “Why didn’t you pick her up at night?” I’m sorry.
The night white stood on the second floor at the stairwell and looked at Levi with cold eyes.
Good. It’s all the way he looked at me.
Levi also noticed the beauty of the night white, and the sweet smile shrunk:
“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
Muyenne came down the stairs on the second floor, and said, “Livie, I’ve been telling you, we can’t be anymore. I’m sorry.
The look on Levi’s face may have changed, but the assistant’s still there.
“Night and white, what do you mean? I’m sorry.
‘Yes, I liked you before, but you turned me down, and I guessed why. When something happened to my father, Moush, was not worthy of you as a lady. I did think of you, but we were just friends.’ I’m sorry.
“You have trouble finding me, and I’ll do everything I can to help you. I’ll take care of your face, and I won’t make it clear why you’re getting better.” How did you get the face to send Lo that e-mail? I’m sorry.
Levi’s face has changed.
She panicped and began to explain to herself: “But didn’t you say you didn’t like it? I’m sorry.
“I like her, it’s none of your business. “I told you I didn’t like it, it was three years ago, and I got married without feeling, because it was my mother’s arrangement, and I couldn’t say no, so I couldn’t accept her at first, and that’s why I left the country for work. I’m sorry.
“But I’m a human being, and five years together, I’m kind of a melting ice. “It’s only because I’m not good at words, and I’ve been held in a fucking face and I’ve been afraid to look at my heart.” I’m sorry.
The ghost sister leaned on my shoulder and looked at it. “Wow, he’s making a statement. I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s worth a few dollars. I’m sorry.
“It’s my wife, I can divorce her because I’m not in a relationship, but it’s not possible for you to divorce her.” I’m sorry.
After that, no matter how much she asked, she would not look at her at night.
30
In my subconscious, Miracle White always liked Levi.
I suddenly knew that I couldn’t digest.
So I chose to hide.
Muyer has been in my apartment lately, and I can only go to her house on the roof with my ghost sister.
I just want these 30 days to pass so I can get away with it.
On the eleventh day of my suicide, the ghost sister came to tell me that Muyer had beaten up a man and used her relationship to bankrupt him.
I asked her how she knew.
She said: I heard it at the bottom of his bed. I’m sorry.
I’m:
It’s a ghost sister, eating melons on the front line.
I floated to the nighttime office and saw that the nighttime assistant was working on it.
“This man is a bad man. Who let you touch our CEO’s wife? It’s been so many years, but it’s not too late. I’m sorry.
I floated over and took a look at that file, and it was my sister’s boyfriend.
I just mentioned in my diary that when I was 19, my sister’s boyfriend almost assaulted me.
I didn’t think Miyuki would avenge me today.
I’m not talking.
It’s a good thing that we’re here.
The ghost sister said that Moo-buk had to fuck with my family for me and used his relationship to destroy my brother’s company just because he accidentally heard my brother say I was a loser.
The ghost sister said that Moo-buk no longer gave me any financial support for my family and that my parents were as crazy as they went to the company every day and were taken away by the police.
The ghost sister said that my sister’s family’s business, which she had been looking after in the evening, was now cut off, and my sister wanted to seduce the night, and was thrown out, and mocked: “You can’t even compare your sister’s hair with a silk. I’m sorry.
Even when I was in my diary, I was working on my rich generation, Muyer, to block her business.
It can be said that all the people I mentioned in my diary who were not good to me, could find them.
And I also said: The late love is lighter than the grass, and I have suffered my sins, and now revenge has no meaning for me. I’m sorry.
The nighttime is still in my apartment, making me a homeless ghost.
So I said to the ghost sister, can you write me something and leave a message for Muy night.
I was touched by the fact that the ghost sister was turned on by all these things.
She said she could write it in the mirror when there was fog in the bathroom.
“What do you want to write? Or tell him you’ll be alive in a dozen days, and he’ll wait for you.
And I shook my head: “No more, just four words.” I’m sorry.
“What four words, when I am alive, or do I love you too? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Write, get out of my house.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
After taking a bath at night, looking at the four big words on the mirror, “Get the fuck out of my house,” he went crazy and called out my name all night.
I’m upset. I went to the river to watch people go fishing.
The ghost sister said I’ve done so much with my heart, and I can’t forgive him.
I said, “The heart of stone is made out of steel, you know?” I’m sorry.
The ghost sister brought me all kinds of news about the night, and I watched the day pass and thought of 30 days, and I walked away.
As a result, the ghost sister said to me the other day: “The nighttime girl wanted to die, and a bottle of sleeping pills was hoarded, so she was rescued. I’m sorry.
My heart is full of shit, and I even want to laugh, “What’s so great about dying? I’m sorry.
“But if you don’t think about it, if he dies, he’ll be a ghost and come to you.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
I went to the hospital immediately to give me a dream of the night while I was in a coma.
And I came into his dream, and he came up with his red eyes, and he hugged me: ‘Shut, do not go.’ I’m sorry.
And I reached out with a stop, and I said, “You, stay away from me, and who are you with? You have no name, and don’t touch me.” I’m sorry.
The night was in the middle of nowhere, and it was a little bit harsh about the current situation: “Are I dead?” I’m sorry.
“You’re not dead. I said, “Don’t die.” I’m sorry.
“Why did you let me not die, and you secretly died? I’m sorry.
I grunted, “Because I don’t want to see you, I’m dead, and you can’t die.” I’m sorry.
“Yes, you should hate me. I have been ignoring you, and I have not taken your feelings into account.” I’m sorry.
I said, “You know what? I’m sorry.
“I don’t speak well, I have a strange personality. I always thought that I liked Levi, who had someone else in his heart and married you, and I didn’t know what to do with you or with myself, so I was running away from this marriage. I’m sorry.
“When my mother died, it was just you and me who were left behind because of my mother’s death, and you were the one who had been looking after me, and you sent me hot milk at night, no matter how many nights I went back to my house with the lights on, how many times you waited for me to fall asleep on the couch, and the food was hot. I’m sorry.
“Maybe I’ve been moved, but I’ve always been afraid to look at these things, and when you told me that you were divorced and had no feelings, I started to get scared because I thought you wouldn’t leave me because there was a marriage. I’m sorry.
“But when you asked me to divorce so firmly, I started to feel scared. When I was in a period of calm, I thought it wasn’t a good marriage, and if I had no feelings, it might have been a good choice to let you go, but after I was drunk, I couldn’t help but go to you. I’m sorry.
“I thought, even after a divorce, I could still bring you back. You thought marriage was your shackles. I’ll come back when you’re ready. I’m sorry.
“You died on New Year’s Eve because of my son-in-law, you were so afraid of cold, you were in that cold tub, you left me. I’m sorry.
“I never dared to look at my feelings, and when you left me, I knew, and I had taken a heart for you.” I’m sorry.
“Shut, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I looked at a man who was so proud, crying and kneeling in front of me, saying that it was fake.
My heart is sour, my nose is sour:
And We used to take thee for our salvation. I’m sorry.
And We said to him, “I thought that I would come out of that hell-like family and have a new family with you, and I would not have any more unhappy things, but that my salvation was a deeper abyss, and you said, “You have touched me, and I have never felt the love you bring me in these five years.” I’m sorry.
On his knees at night, he became so humble:
“I can make it up, I can make it up. I’m sorry.
I laughed: “I can’t make it up, I’m dead, so you have to live with your guilt, the only thing you can do to make it up to me.” I’m sorry.
And then I said, “Your mother is good to me and she loves you, so I don’t want you to get hurt because she’s sad and I could still be alive, but I refused because I felt that even if all the previous misunderstandings had been misunderstandings, the harm had been done, and there was no way to make up for it.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t need your love anymore. I’m sorry.
I killed myself 30 days ago and came back for nothing.
And he took his life, and swept away the ghost’s sister by my side, and made his face look like a pain in the face: Say thou, how long hast it been for you to jump out of a building, and go not to be born. I’m sorry.
She said, “It’s so nice to be a ghost.” I’m sorry.
In fact, I know that the ghost sister is too angry to be born.
After training the ghost sister, he looked at me, “The 30-day period is over. What is your decision? I’m sorry.
The ghost sister interjected: “It must be the spirit of the novel’s wife’s crematorium. After that, happy ending! I’m sorry.
And I laughed: “O sister, life is not a novel, and the lens cannot be reunified. I’m sorry.
“So what’s your decision?” I’m sorry.
I smiled: “Of course I’ve been born, and I’ve been through my whole life, and I want to start again.” I’m sorry.
No more questions have been asked.
“Don’t look at those stupid white novels, you in love, and your man won’t come to you again.” I’m sorry.
I said good-bye to the ghost sister, and I went back to my life.
“Do you really regret it?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Yeah, I’ve spent 27 years trying to prove that my life is meaningless and that I can’t get away with it. Why should I regret it? I’m sorry.
And I was struck by my name in my life, and laughed at me: “In the next life, wish you a loving family and a loving lover.” I’m sorry.
And I laughed bitterly: “I hope so, if I deserve it.” I’m sorry.
“You deserve it. “You’re a good girl.” I’m sorry.
“Well, goodbye. I’m sorry.
I’ve been standing in front of the wheel and looking away.
In this life, I’ve got nothing to lose. Case number: YXX1ogBkrzi5DMkp1sdPdj
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
