My name is Fujiwara Teiko, today is my third year of marriage, and I have decided to divorce.
It's not that the husband cheated on her, or that she didn't get along after marriage.
To be honest, my husband and I's married life has always been uneventful, and we haven't had any major quarrels.
Although my husband doesn't like to talk, and occasionally asks for rice balls when talking, I still like him very much, otherwise I wouldn't choose to get married.
But I still decided to divorce.
Because my husband is away from home 364 days a year, the days he is home come and go.
I didn't think anything was wrong at first, but it wasn't until my best friend reminded me that this was not how a normal couple should get along that I suddenly realized it.
Oh! It turns out that this is not normal at all!
So I filed for divorce.
To be honest, this was the first time I saw my husband look so panicked, and it was kind of cute.
But I still insist on divorce.
We entered a period of reconciliation, and from that day on, strange people entered my life.
Some wear strange eye patches like perverts, some have buns on their heads and are sneaky, and there are also sea urchins and pandas!
So the Polo clerk who competed with me for business across the street taught me step by step how to avoid being perverted. The policeman who curled my hair and removed the bomb told me how to write an appeal contract after being deceived into marriage.
The new cook taught me earnestly: If my husband hasn't been home for a year, just throw it away if he can.
Under their guidance, I successfully stuffed the strange eye patches, meatballs, sea urchins and pandas into the orange.
Well, I'm a really good, law-abiding citizen.
But my ex-husband doesn't seem to be.
I calmly opened the window, faced my ex-husband's panicked face, and raised my phone: "You are breaking into a house without permission. I want to call the police."
The ex-husband hugged the phone: "Mu... Muyuhua QAQ!!!"
Reading tips:
1. All Dzogchen backgrounds, no main line
2. The heroine is an ordinary person, first person.
All members of the if line survive love cookies.
Purpose: Every encounter is worth cherishing