It wasn't until I stood at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau that my legs went weak: "Sister, do you need a certificate to get extra credits?!"
She turned back with a smile as bright as a flower: "Don't worry, it's fake. It's excellent in the comprehensive test, and the marriage certificate has the highest bonus points."
I took a photo and stamped it in a daze. Holding the red book, she was relieved: "It's a pleasure to cooperate. We will divorce in six months and we will not interfere with each other."
I nodded, but whispered in my heart: Whose "fake marriage" changed my note to "husband"?
