After three years of marriage to Wen Shunian, we were still polite and respectful toward each other.
He was gentle and considerate, often sending me money and gifts, and seemed like he never got angry.
Until one day, he suddenly turned back into an eighteen-year-old.
He insisted on divorcing me, threatening to jump off a building if I refused.
I reluctantly agreed. Delighted, he went to an internet cafe to stay up all night, dyed his hair blond, and got five or six earrings.
He even had tattoos of a dragon and a tiger on his arms.
Only then did I realize that the old Wen Shunian had been a young hoodlum.
On the day of the divorce, a man who looked exactly like Wen Shunian suddenly appeared at home. The grown-up Wen Shunian was back.
I stared at the big one and the little one, falling into a silence I hadn't felt in ages.
So, are we getting divorced or not?
