The Eighties Marriage Crisis Handbook

When I woke up, I discovered I was living inside a period novel.

I was the first wife, destined to be abandoned by my soldier husband and die a miserable death.

Looking at my husband, who had just returned from the border after distinguishing himself in battle, I calmly asked for a divorce.

He dropped to his knees, eyes red. “Please, don't leave me.”

Later, everyone in the military district knew that the cold-faced King of Hell, Fu Chengyu, knelt on a washboard every night, begging me not to stay up late.