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Charles Smith suddenly stopped moving, and I rushed into the bathroom, holding the toilet and vomiting for a long time, until the bile came out, and then I collapsed on the ground. Charles Smith leaned against the door without moving, and threw a towel at me with disgust, "How old are you? Are you still pretending to be sick like a child to avoid the accusations of adults? Linda, you are really getting more and more shameless."

I wiped the tears from my face due to vomiting with a towel, and saw the scar on my hand. This scar was caused by a burn when I was learning to cook squirrel fish. Charles Smith was so distressed that he almost cried. He changed the burn ointment for me every day and did not allow me to touch water. But now, his memory is like my scar, all healed.

I got up and rinsed my mouth with water, and asked him in a dry voice: " Charles Smith , when did I stop cooking for you? Didn't you refuse to go home?" We have stumbled along the road for ten years. It's not that we haven't quarreled before, but every time he would give gifts and take the initiative to make peace. At this time, I would cook a plate of squirrel fish, and after eating, we would be reconciled. But today, he refused to give in.