I Married My Childhood Sweetheart

But he doesn't love me. What does it matter, I don't love him anyway. He has responsibilities and walks on the edge of the knife every day. One thought makes thousands of mountains small, and one thought falls into the abyss. The family didn't want his sister, who was in love with him, to accompany him on this gamble, and she couldn't part with the fat in her mouth, so she sent me out. They wanted me to be a stepping stone, but little did they know that I was also climbing up through them. You don't like me, just so I don't like you either. —————————— Source of inspiration: A question from someone called "Write a novel starting with 'I married my childhood sweetheart, but he doesn't like me'". —————————— I started writing on the fly without thinking about whether the logic would fit together, whether the follow-up development would be He or Be, and I didn't even think about the family background and life experience of the male and female protagonists. Write wherever you think. Intention: To be strong without desire