My Hand Through Your Bodice - Part One: The Apple Woman, Chapter 63: The Apple Woman 63

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I learned of Taozi's death from the news on television. It was a gloomy night. Dark clouds had covered the entire city since early morning, and the air pressure was so low that it was hard to breathe. Just as I got home and was about to have dinner, the rain, which had been holding back all day, finally poured down.
My wife stood by the window for a while and said, "Don't go out. The rain is too heavy. I doubt there will be anyone on the street right now."
I haven't watched TV properly in a long time. After dinner, I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. The moment I turned it on, I saw the news broadcasting that Taozi and her colleague had been in a car accident.
The TV host explained that when Taozi and her colleagues were on a case in another city, their car was involved in an accident, and all the people in the car perished.
I sat blankly on the sofa, my eyes glazed over. I didn't hear a word the young TV presenter said after that. Tears streamed down my face along with the heavy rain outside. After my wife finished clearing the table, she sat down next to me. Seeing my tear-streaked face, she asked, puzzled, "What's wrong, Linton? Did some girl bring back painful memories?"
I quickly wiped away my tears and said, "Don't talk nonsense. There aren't that many girls for me to recall. The news just reported that our police officers were in a car accident while on a case, and everyone in the car died. It was a terrible tragedy."
My wife glanced at the TV, then at me, and said, "Linton, Linton, this is the most loving thing I've ever seen you do since I met you. Are you out of your mind? This isn't like you at all." I turned to look at my wife and said, "Then what am I like?" My wife pursed her lips, about to speak, when my two-year-old son said in his childish voice, "Daddy's a big bad wolf!" I quickly picked him up and said, "Sweetie, don't talk nonsense."
My wife laughed and said, "See? Your son understands you best." I smiled awkwardly and said, "It's a mother's heart and a father's nature, isn't it?" My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "Come on, don't think I don't know about your misdeeds outside. Watch out, if I catch you one day, I'll castrate you."
I instinctively pressed my legs together, put on an innocent expression, and said to my wife, "I'm innocent, my dear wife. I've always been chaste. Can't you feel that?" My wife sneered and said, "Yes, you're chaste in front of me, aren't you? Your own land is dry, so you're watering other people's land. Your spirit of helping others is quite admirable."
My wife's words were like tiny knives, aimed directly at me. I couldn't dodge them in time and was left wounded all over.
I watched as my wife spat out words, then reached out and covered her mouth. I couldn't let her continue, or I really would drown myself.
Looking at my wife's indignant expression, I asked, "Am I really that wicked?" My wife sighed and said, "Sigh, they say happiness is like quicksand, you can only hold onto it, not grasp it. I've known you for so many years, do you think I don't know what your bad habits are? If it weren't for this family and the children, I wouldn't be so accommodating to you. But don't push your luck. My patience has its limits. Once I catch you, you can expect to go to hell."
I was deeply moved by my wife's profound understanding and righteousness, but her words also made me realize that class struggle still exists and we must never let our guard down.
I asked, unwilling to accept it, "Am I really so worthless?" My wife laughed and said, "Of course you have good points, otherwise I wouldn't have married you." I asked, "What good points do I have?" My wife said, "You are a kind-hearted and responsible person. Although you are a bit of a flirt, you know what's important. I believe you wouldn't abandon us, mother and child."
I breathed a sigh of relief, but as I looked at the TV screen, the sadness in my heart welled up again.
The next day I went to the police station where Taozi worked. In front of the police station, I saw rows of wreaths neatly arranged on both sides of the gate, and white funeral couplets fluttering in the wind.
The memorial service was held at the funeral home, and I followed the crowd inside. Photos of Taozi and her colleagues were displayed in the center of the hall. Taozi was wearing a police uniform, looking smart and capable. Her clear eyes were fixed on me, as if she had a lot to say to me.
I saw Peach's husband; he was crying so hard he was unrecognizable, his thin body hunched over, and a relative was supporting him with their arm.
I saw an old woman holding a child who looked to be about a year old; it was the same child I had held before, the one nicknamed "Peach." The old woman was probably either the child's maternal or paternal grandmother. The child's tender little face still occasionally showed an innocent smile. He hadn't yet realized that his mother had left him forever.
I couldn't bear to watch any longer, and I rushed out of the mourning hall with tears streaming down my face.
Peach was my most beloved woman. I don't know why fate is treating me this way. My beloved autumn left me, and now Peach has also abandoned me. My heart is once again deeply pierced. Although Peach was just my lover, her love for me was truly selfless. I don't know how I got through that time; everything felt gray.

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