In order to survive, I had a flash marriage with my husband, a weatherman with a very negative horoscope.
After we got married, I watched the sky at night and divined his fortune, and I was instantly frightened out of my wits - he was actually a "death on earth" that had never been seen in a century, and could kill all his loved ones!
I wrote the divorce agreement overnight and prepared to run away to save my life.
But this gentle, considerate, handsome, and wealthy little puppy husband clung to me with his meticulous affection.
Until that day, visions fell from the sky throughout the city, and disaster was imminent.
I watched him standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and said to me: "Honey, don't be afraid, I'm here."
The next second, thousands of thunders bypassed the city!
Only then did I realize that my frail husband, who was unable to take care of himself, was not a "death" that brought disaster, but a "lightning rod" that silently suffered misfortune for the entire city!
And those sanctimonious metaphysics elders were eyeing him covetously!
"Touch my man? Oh, if you want to take his life, first ask me, the ancestor of metaphysics, if I will agree!"
