This is a piece of work that is as light as boiled water, and cannot even be called a work. It has no ups and downs of the plot, and no tear-jerking story. It only has records of Xin and I from our acquaintance to marriage to divorce and our post-divorce life. There is no fiction in the article except our names. If you want to read a love story, there is no need to waste time here. I wrote this piece, which cannot be called a work, just to reflect on myself and Xin.