I had a flash marriage with a man I had never met before, just because he wrote in the blind date information: He is 188cm tall, owns a house and a car, both parents are dead, and his husband will never die after marriage.
On the day of the meeting, he came out of the autopsy room wearing a white coat and his gloves were still stained with blood.
He glanced at me lightly: "Do you mind?"
I shook my head: "I don't mind, but you have to wash your hands first."
After we got married, we treated each other like guests. He slept in the master bedroom and I slept in the guest bedroom, like two roommates sharing a house.
Until late one night, while I was finishing my manuscript, I lay on the balcony and howled.
Suddenly the light came on on the balcony next door. He was leaning on the railing in his pajamas: "You are so miserable, are you being chased by a ghost?"
I was stunned.
Wait, isn't he a forensic scientist? I live on the 18th floor. He climbed over the balcony?
