She started looking for new directions.

The wife of the three-year-old wife, Lee Xiao rain, repeated the rhythm of laundry and cooking every day until the night her husband went on a business trip, and she wore a dress that she hadn't worn, sat on the couch, and she sat over and over and over and over and over, and knocked on the door, and her husband's young colleague was standing outside the door with the documents that needed to be signed, and the rain was knocking on the window, and the light in the living room was turned yellow, and she was touching her fingertips when she took the documents, and suddenly there was a temperature in the air, and he sat across the door, and she wasn't looking at her mouth for a moment, and she was talking, and she was just whispering, and the more late, and the closer the distance between the two, she was helping him to sort out the rain-weted collar, and her hands stopped.