Bai Yueguang pretended to have amnesia and called while crying and said she only remembered my husband. Before I swallowed the strawberry, the sadistic novel in my mind was already playing out automatically. But he pulled me to his side and spoke calmly into the phone, "Amnesia is a medical problem, not an ex's problem. Send me your medical records first." The other party's plan failed, and he planned to pretend to be weak to gain sympathy from others. I didn't cry or make trouble. I took out her trumpet and browsed the records to resolve the storm. A sober and self-sustained marriage is far more stable and solid than unwarranted emotional entanglements.
