The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

It snowed heavily all day.

When Wan'er passed by the roadside, she found a woman frozen to death there. Looking at the corpse, Wan'er sighed slightly.

What a miserable woman.

Looking at the surrounding people, Wan'er felt that she was very similar to herself, whether she would be like that when she died.

While thinking, Wan'er walked forward.

The cold wind gusts, icy cold.

Wan'er came to the vegetable market where she picked up rotten vegetable leaves, looking for some rotten vegetable leaves, but she didn't find any.

People passing by cast strange glances at her from time to time, but Wan'er didn't care, she didn't care about these anymore.

She thought that there were very few people like her, but suddenly found that they were everywhere.

Those who pick up rotten vegetable leaves look more pitiful than her.

Wan'er endured the pain and walked back and forth slowly.

Many people surrounded the garbage dump, and Wan'er also passed by, picking up food with a group of people.

"Get out of here, get out of here, where did you come from, dare to fight here—" It was a woman, Wan'er glanced at the woman, her thin lips parted slightly, and she hesitated to speak.

The woman pushed Wan'er, and Wan'er fell to the ground.

Several onlookers came around, but no one helped.

Wan'er choked with sobs and slowly got up.

She limped away.

She has arms and legs, how can she do this, absolutely not.

While walking, Wan'er was trying to talk to herself.

The snowflakes slowly scattered on the ground, making this lonely woman feel extremely cold.

Because it is very cold, there are a lot fewer people picking up trash.

In the entire square, only a thin figure could be seen moving slowly.

Wan'er is really too thin, so small that no one notices.

It wasn't until night, when Wan'er sold the trash she had picked up, that she felt a little bit of warmth.

Holding the money in the palm of his hand, there seems to be a hot current in the bottom of his heart, quickly rushing to the whole body.

Wan'er ate something and immediately felt much better.

night.

This night seemed to be another cold night, the snowflakes fell all day, but they continued to fall as if they hadn't enjoyed themselves.

Wan'er spent the night curled up in the garbage dump alone.

This night, Wan'er felt very short.

She has never slept so comfortably, Wan'er can't remember what it was like, but she just feels very relieved that the person who died was not her, and she is not dead yet.

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