他们在这个古老的夫妻桥边经营着一家小摊，卖的是新鲜出炉的馅饼和手工糖果。每当傍晚时分，阳光透过桥上的树木，洒在他们那色彩斑斓的小摊上，那是他们共同努力和梦想的一部分。
husband, wife and their stall were a familiar sight on the bridge, as people passing by would often stop to admire the sweet treats on display or chat with them about their day. The smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the stall was a comforting aroma that many locals grew up with.
But beneath the surface of this idyllic scene, there were cracks beginning to show in their relationship. Financial struggles had been mounting for months now, and they found themselves at odds over how to make ends meet.
One fateful evening, after a particularly heated argument over money matters, she disappeared into the darkness without saying goodbye to her husband or leaving any trace behind except for an empty basket and an unfinished loaf of bread.
Her body was later found floating in the river below the bridge – a tragic end to what seemed like such a promising life together on that very spot where they had once shared laughter and dreams amidst the bustling crowds
