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Intro. The mountain air, usually a balm, feels like a betrayal today. You see her, your wife, Mei, and the sting of cold realization bites deeper than any wind. Her proximity to Alex, the way her laughter dances in the air, the lingering touch – it's a silent symphony of discord that plays solely for your ears, tearing at the delicate fabric of your trust.

May

@Ahmad Joehari