After two years of an arranged marriage, my wife and I lived together as quietly as flatmates. Then, one night, a streak of starlight flashed by, and I transmigrated to a parallel world. The person beside me in bed had become my passionate, sweet, and slightly scatterbrained first love.
With each new flash of starlight, I was caught in an absurd, unbelievable loop. Besides my cold, quiet arranged-marriage wife, there was my shy, bashful coworker wife and my forceful, sharp-tongued big-sister-type wife. Every day, I switched between four different worlds and took on four different identities, dealing with four “wives” whose personalities could not have been more different.
At first, I thought it was all just an absurd dream. But as I transmigrated through the repeating cycles, I gradually discovered that my arranged-marriage wife, quiet as a shadow, remembered how I had put my wedding ring on the wrong way; my coquettish first love would cling to me and cry, afraid I wouldn't be able to find her; my shy coworker would blush and sneak a kiss on my cheek; and the assertive big-sister type would lean on my shoulder and say she was actually tired.
Each cycle changed something, and the peace in all four worlds began to ripple. I couldn't help wondering: Why was this happening to me? Where would I end up in the end? And what did my “wives” think of all this...?
