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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　"Yes. I've spent the whole night looking at them. They were all prettier than you." The taxi driver was oblivious to the furious aura that his wife was exuding and did not even notice her crouching down slightly as he spoke. Liu Meng, who was observing the scene from afar, suddenly had the impression that it was not an ordinary middle-aged woman who stood at the door, but rather a terrifying beast.

　　"They have moist skin, long, slender legs, and their lipsticks are as red as the roses. When I see them, I think of you…" The man lowered his head and said slowly as he tightened his grip around the stem of the rose.

　　"Thinking about me? You're thinking about how short, fat and ugly I am, aren't you?" The wife spat out, her huge nostrils growing in size and revealing thick nose hair as she panted angrily.

　　"No, that's not it…" The driver looked back at his wife.

　　"When I see their lashes thickened by mascara, I think about your bloodshot eyes when you wake up in the morning. When I see their thin waists, I picture the labor that you go through when you pick up the gas cans for cooking food in the morning. When I see their legs and stockings, I'm reminded of you kneeling down to clean the floor. When I see the colorful fake nails, I remember all the house ch.o.r.es that you do for me every day…" His eyes reddened as he narrated and he stepped forward to take his wife hands.

　　"I'm sorry. If I had more money, you would be able to enjoy a life like theirs…" The driver said as he looked at the big calluses on his wife's hands.

　　"Where did you learn to speak like that?" The woman suddenly retracted her hands and slapped at her husband, but there was so little force put into it that one could have mistaken it for a loving caress instead. Upon grazing his face, she stopped his hand at the his neck, where the scratch marks could be seen.

　　"Does it still hurt?" The woman said with tearful eyes. The driver stayed quiet but shook his head.

　　"So you know what you did wrong now?" She asked in a gentle tone that one would not think possible.

　　"I'm sorry for saying you didn't care about your looks..."

　　"Fine. How much did you spend on this?" The wife interrupted her husband and grabbed the wilted rose.

　　"Five yuan. It's been in the trunk since morning, so…"

　　"You're such an idiot. It only costs three yuan at the shop around the corner!" The woman rolled her eyes and dragged the man into the little house.