I chase the moon, I am afraid that the moon is not mine. Suddenly I found a little sour poem written in 18 years that goes well with this article, so I posted it: Missing you for three years/more than a thousand days and nights/every day has nothing to do with you/but is closely related to you #Super short article, but I held it back for more than a month #main male protagonist's perspective (our purpose is: to torture men! # Hypocritical literature (? I just suddenly remembered the pretentious literature I learned in literature class, I think my writing is also very hypocritical)
Intention: Stop being a tsundere, your wife will run away