[Demon Slayer] Love Letter

I had a failed marriage. My husband Tomioka Giyuu is like a stone that cannot be warmed. From the age of twenty-four, he slept in the study and avoided looking at us, and we became the most familiar strangers. Then one day, he handed me a bag of money, turned around and disappeared into the rain. I held the huge bag of money that could be called the "Guide to Getting Rich from Divorce" and thought seriously for three minutes: Should I buy a wagashi shop in town first to realize my sweet tooth freedom, or should I really hire ten beautiful boys to take turns beating my legs. Until one sunny afternoon—— I was reaching for the book on tiptoe and accidentally knocked over the wooden box on the top of the cabinet. With a crash, seventy-two letters were spread out on the ground like cherry blossoms. The top letter is dated the first month of our marriage. ... Okay, Tomioka Giyuu. The ultimate move you have been holding back for six years is now waiting for me. [One sentence introduction: After my husband left money and ran away, I discovered that he secretly wrote love letters every month for six years. Concept: Love is late linguistics.