A couple who had been married for over ten years went to visit a friend on the other side of the city. By the time they were heading back, it was already late, and they just caught the last bus. The husband suggested, “Let’s board through the front and back doors separately; there are too many people.” The wife nodded in agreement.
The husband squeezed onto the bus through the front door and ended up standing in the middle of the crowded aisle, feeling quite uncomfortable as people pressed against him. Suddenly, a hand quietly grasped his. He instinctively knew it wasn’t his wife’s hand because her hand wasn’t this warm, soft, delicate, or so deeply captivating… He wished the bus could keep driving forever, even until morning. He wondered, who could this woman be? How did she notice me? What’s her name? How could I contact her? A sudden flash of inspiration hit him, and he discreetly slipped one of his business cards into that lovely hand.
The bus finally reached their stop, and the husband reluctantly got off. His wife, who had exited from the other door, didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. As they were crossing the road, a motorcycle suddenly sped towards them. The wife hesitated for just a moment but still used her body to push her husband out of the way…
The husband carried his blood-covered wife to the hospital. By the time dawn broke, the doctor came out and told him, “We did everything we could, but your wife wants to see you one last time.” When the husband walked into the hospital room, his wife’s hand was clenched into a fist. Then, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, that hand slowly opened, and the husband’s business card silently slipped out…
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