(A love story) The wife insisted on attending a class reunion. The husband was worried about her safety and put a recorder in her trouser pocket
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The divorce agreement lay on the coffee table, and the yellowed coffee stains looked like a frozen tear. I stared at it, remembering that day when the osmanthus flowers downstairs had fallen their third petals, she calmly said the word "divorce". In September 2018, the osmanthus flowers bloomed exceptionally early and were exceptionally fragrant, so fragrant that it made people panic. I subconsciously touched the third rib on my left chest, and it felt like there was a piece of ice there, freezing cold. It was clearly early autumn, but I felt like I had fallen into the dead of winter. That day was... Wednesday, no, it should be Thursday. She was wearing an off-white sweater with a small snagging on the collar. I remember it very clearly because I reached out to help her smooth it out, but she dodged. When she dodged, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes seemed to deepen a little, like ink stains on rice paper, lingering. My throat tightened, and I wanted to say something, but in the end I said nothing.
