The first time I met my husband was when I came home from a part-time job at night. He collapsed at my door because of a stomachache. It happened to be a coincidence. After he recovered, he left without knowing his name. Apart from his unreal face, I knew nothing about him.
Later, I went to college and met my husband again. The process of getting together was natural and there were not so many bloody incidents.
After being with my husband for ten years, I found that he didn't seem to love me that much anymore. He started to feel impatient with me and started lying to me. At first I just thought I was overthinking...
Until that scene appeared in front of me
Intention: If you tell a lie, you have to use countless lies to cover it up