Before he met her, he was a successful adulterer, a failed third party, a heroic lover who survived a hundred battles, and the protagonist of a lot of messy adultery and hatred.
After meeting her, he was just a male A who depended on others and was ridiculed.
Before she met him, she was a successful novel writer, a failed member of the sports club, a friendly and well-connected big sister, and a cultural powerhouse who studied both sociology and aesthetics.
After meeting him, she revealed her true colors as a slovenly, unenthusiastic person.
I don't know who is more miserable? It's like the protagonists don't know how they met : P