a tender mother. I grew up in an ordinary family and had little formal education, so I took a job in a factory. To be honest, men like me working in a factory usua
ad an amiable personality. She was gentle and soft-spoken. With her outstanding charm,
, the relationships between men and women in the factory were in great chao
t out with other men. Precisely for this reason, the men
and out among the numerous suitors in the factory, I took out my sav
I didn't want the money back and would gi
ilent and just stared at me quietly, as if she
to everyone in the factory
entle and virtuous woman as Ava. And I was on cloud nine. In order to provide her with a b
adn't met her parents at all. She di
they might disapprove of our marriage and try to s
a child, even if her parents disapproved,
rs since we got married. I had tried my best in bed,
s to my encouragement, she landed a job in sales. The job was usually quite easyg
uous and gentle woman. It was not until one day when I was on my way back home from buying groceries that I
e of paper from her bag. She looked at it carefully for a while and then casually t
t day, I didn't know what got into me. I actually managed to hold my breath
examination report for a child, which stated that the child had pneumonia. At that tim
ppeared flustered. She averted her eyes and started to explain in a rather anxious
league first thing in the morning. Without so much a
call outside. She lowered her voice and spoke in an accusatory tone, saying, "What on earth were you thinking? Why did yo