Did I Do Something Wrong When I Fell in Love with Crime and Punishment?

Love is a combination of girlish fantasy and innocence, hiding countless incredible events. There are thousands of people in the world, but I only like you. You and I are definitely the most suitable. These are the exact words of my boyfriend (fooling me). My boyfriend is a weak, helpless and cute rice ball. He works hard, stays up late and helps the world without asking for anything in return, all for his great ideal. World peace—— What a great ideal! It was because of this great ideal coupled with his good looks that I was shamefully moved. *Scene 1 The cute rice ball was weak, pitiful, and helpless. He could act coquettishly and act cute, and the WIFI in the room was pretty good. I was attracted to him, so I bought a ring and planned to propose to him after being coaxed by the civet neighbor who didn't mind making trouble. However, the day before the proposal, my weak and helpless boyfriend disappeared. I once thought he was refusing politely. I once hung out in a bar, drank vodka for three days and three nights, and went to Siberia to play with bears, just to soothe my injured heart. Just when I was heartbroken and thinking about starting over again with the handsome guy I met on the road. He came back, uncharacteristically stepped out of the basement, ended his homebody life, dated me every day, and even accepted my marriage proposal. I was moved to tears by his change of appearance, as if he had entered the game. I even thought that he had broken his brain. At the scene of our wedding, another rice ball came out of the blue and stared blankly at the rice ball in a suit who was about to exchange rings, as if his wife had been raped by another person. Later, I found out. My boyfriend who is in love with me actually has mitosis! ! ! Eliminate! Which of you is my rice ball! *Scene 2 One day, I saw with my own eyes that my frail boyfriend, who couldn't hold his shoulders or lift his arms, and had to gasp for breath when walking, smiled and slapped the head of a poor passerby to kill him. After wiping his hands, he turned back and smiled brightly at me, asking what was for dinner today, with the ketchup coded on the floor as the background. I smiled awkwardly but politely. Another rice ball came out from behind me. I was so frightened that my face turned pale, and the little bird nestled in my arms. The beautiful boy in my arms smiled evilly, and I raised my middle finger to the other side. "Go back to the sushi restaurant! You fake rice ball!" *OOC warning, please exit in time if there are any surprises! *Sha Glyph, please don't pursue logic too much! Purpose: On the benefits of garbage classification