My wife is the Buddha's daughter of the capital, and she insists on going to Nan Yin, the birthplace of Buddhism, to study.
I showed her the news online and told her that sanitation there was awful and infectious diseases were easy to catch.
She said my filthy body was unworthy of understanding a holy soul.
Worried about her traveling alone, I accompanied her on the flight.
My wife dragged me into the Heng River, saying its holy water could wash away our impurities.
Later, we both caught an infectious disease. But my wife stole the only two doses of the effective medicine and locked me in the basement to fend for myself.
After I was tormented to death by the virus, she gave my entire estate to the man she had always loved.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back before she left for Nan Yin.
