The day I found out my husband was cheating on me, I became him.
Using his body, I transferred 40 million Bitcoins to myself. Using his body, I stripped off his vest in front of everyone. Then I discovered that I had already performed this revenge three times.
We were forced to dream a total of 99 times. Use the other person's body to experience the other person's pain - she has her period, he has a heart attack, she faces workplace harassment, and he experiences postpartum depression. Every time we dream together, it is a "seeing".
For the 99th time, we discovered: the curse is not directed at the unfaithful person, but at the "conspirator". Previous generations of couples have failed—sacrificed, died together, become empty observers.
For the 100th time, we choose to create new rules. It's not winning, it's not losing, it's becoming the "background" - a burst of warmth when my daughter irons her shirt, a voice when eating Xiao Long Bao: Stop counting.
This is not a fairy tale ending, but a life-style eternity: continue, practice, count, and then let go.
