However, he said that brave people enjoy the world first.
He criticized me for being timid, suspicious and short-sighted, and for not being worthy of participating in his ambition to go global.
So, we started arguing frequently.
Until Calix's supporter, his childhood sweetheart Serena appeared.
We were completely separated.
At that time, I naively thought that the matter would be resolved if the two of us calmed down.
But I did not expect that after my death, in the seventh year of our marriage, my husband wrote his childhood sweetheart's name in the sky with fireworks.
When the two kissed happily under the fireworks, the last trace of me in this world also disappeared into the sea along with the remaining gunpowder.
I turned my gaze to Serena. It was not only filled with resentment for interfering in my marriage with Calix, but also hatred for running her car over me.
She was the petite girl who tricked me into a deserted mountainous area, ran over me repeatedly, and then escaped as if nothing had happened!
Perhaps because he had not received my response expressing surprise for a long time, Calix finally called me after a month.
After five or six unanswered phone calls, he began to grow impatient.
I stared at his furrowed brows, feeling lonely in my heart.
A few years ago, Calix Reitman, who called me ninety-nine times on New Year's Eve just to say Happy New Year, was finally gone.
A date reminder suddenly popped up in the information bar, indicating today as the day of my menstrual period.
Calix set up a reminder because every time I had menstrual cramps, I would almost faint from the pain.
In the past, every few days of the month, he would always take care of me no matter how busy he was.
I did not have any special physique, it was just that I sufferred from unbearable menstrual cramps because of Calix.
After starting the business, our first fireworks show failed due to lack of experience. The response was terrible and we also used up all our savings.
Calix could not bear the blow and walked into the sea in the snowy winter.
In order to stop him, I was knocked down by the waves again and again in the freezing sea water.
Even so, I still tried to open my trembling lips and encourage him not to give up.
At that time, the two of us were like rootless duckweed, enduring the harsh blow of society while trying hard to stay in this city.