On the third day after a fierce quarrel with my husband, I couldn't sleep, holding the bottle of wine in my arms, thinking of getting drunk before sleeping with him. Unexpectedly, when I woke up, I found that everything around me had changed. It was no longer the home where my husband and I worked hard in a new first-tier city. It was a simple room with two neat rows of bunk beds. Mosquito nets were hung on the beds, and a small fan inside the mosquito nets was humming. I was agitated. Could it be that my husband took me to northern Myanmar while I was sleeping?
Purpose: Go back to your twenties, fill your regrets, and start a cheating life