I decided to divorce. Not once, but thirty-two times.
I gave Gu Tingshen thirty-two chances. Every time he said "no", I would draw the word "positive" in my notebook. The day the painting was completed, this marriage was completely buried. He thought I was making trouble, and his mother thought I didn't dare. Everyone felt that a penniless woman whose father was in jail could only go to the streets to beg for food after leaving the Gu family.
But they didn't know that during the three months they were imprisoned in the mental hospital, I painted the previous twelve strokes one by one in bed 38.
Now, I'm back.
Gu Tingshen, are you ready to hear the rest of what I have to say?
"How many times? Oh, the thirty-second time. Let's get a divorce."
