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It was drizzling outside, and the neon lights were shining weakly. Although it was summer, it was a little cold. She wrapped herself up. Where could she go now? The child was still at home. She couldn't remember how many times they had quarreled, but her heart was already broken. How could she run out? The child was only three years old. How wonderful it was back then. In the world of love, she was a fool. She had already walked around the neighborhood three times and kept an eye on the stairwell, but she still hadn't seen him coming down. Thinking back, he was so reluctant to let her suffer. But now, he could no longer care about her feelings. He still remembered that the two of them had once strolled in the park. A caterpillar had climbed into her hair at some point in time, scaring her so much that her face turned pale. In an instant, as if it was a conditioned reflex, she fell into his arms. His tone was gentle." Don't be afraid, I'm here." He helped her take down the mischievous worm. She felt warm in her heart and grabbed his hand, but he blushed shyly. From then on, her heart was in love with him. This worm had helped them become a couple. Now, after seven years of marriage, she was no longer that delicate little girl, and he was no longer that little boy under the moon. Life had already polished her into a tough woman. She was not afraid of insects or even snakes. And he worked so hard just for the two of them to have a warm home in this city. When they got married, there were three rules. They were not allowed to mention "divorce", not allowed to tell the parents of both parties, and not allowed to stay out all night. The two of them had followed this rule in their quarrel, but this time, it was really too sad. The word " divorce " was already in her throat. She looked at the child beside her and swallowed it back down. Her daughter suddenly had a high fever that night, but he was not around. She was a woman bringing her child to the hospital, and at this time, he was drinking outside. He had just been promoted to manager, and his colleagues were all celebrating for him. After making more than ten calls, he was still nowhere to be found. She was furious. She had already made up her mind thousands of times. If anything happened to her daughter, she would not let him off. To hell with the manager. When he returned, it was already two o'clock at night. He was drunk. At this time, she and her daughter had also returned home. When she met him, she didn't say a word. It wasn't that she had nothing to say, but she was too lazy to say it. Looking at him vomiting in the bathroom, she thought angrily, I'll just drink you to death. Her daughter's fever had finally subsided and she was already asleep. He vomited all over the floor in the bathroom. She could no longer hold it in and her heart was filled with tears. She looked at him angrily and ran out of the door. In the neighborhood, she saw that the lights were still on. It had been an hour. Had the child woken up? If she woke up and needed water, could he take care of her? He probably couldn't even take care of himself. What if his daughter woke up and looked for her mother, and he couldn't handle it? Silly girl, he has stomach problems. He drank so much, what if his stomach problems act up? Who would take care of him? A series of question marks floated in his mind. Although he was busy with work, he was still doing it for his family. Her anger slowly subsided, and she unconsciously reached the door of her house. When she saw him sleeping at the door with the sleeping child in his arms, her heart ached. She took the child and the man woke up instantly. He hugged her shoulders so tightly that it was as if he would lose the whole world if he let go. The door creaked open.