Love Is Regret, It's Also You

When my life almost came to the end,

the first thing I did was to hand over the divorce agreement to my husband who didn't like me.

The second thing was to go back to my hometown and wait for death.

Unexpectedly, not long after I returned home,

the developer in the town came to the nail households who were unwilling to move one by one.

And my nominal husband was the developer here.

When he saw me, he shouted at me to go back without saying a word.

But this was my last way out.

I said with a brave face, "Can you let me stay for a while longer? I will leave soon."