She finally found a good man.

Love her.

Hurt her.

She was satisfied. I returned to my hometown with my boyfriend.

There is no one else in my hometown.

They spent a few happy days.

On this day, she walked around the neighborhood alone.

I saw an old woman.

She struck up a conversation with the old woman.

The old lady was very talkative.

Chatting and chatting, they talked about her boyfriend.

"He's a good boy."

The old lady said.

"He's always been an honest kid."

The girl was delighted.

"I watched him grow up, go to school, and get into college."

"Until he drowned in the river."

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