Xie Weiyang had never been called by this name before. She didn't even have a name. I didn't think it was anything if she had never had a name.
By some strange combination of circumstances, she had a brother...
"Brother, I want to get married."
"What are you talking about! How old are you this year? Who are you going to marry?"
Xie Weiyang's face collapsed: "Nineteen."
I really wanted to thank her for the invitation. I smashed the priceless treasure in a fit of anger, then turned around and helped her clean up the mess without saying a word.
"Brother, I want a divorce."
"Hmph, okay."
This may be a story about the freedom of divorce in the ancient world.
Purpose: freedom of divorce