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One morning in October, my wife of eighteen years suddenly left home. The husband, who was alone, was confused for a while. He could only trace his wife's movements from the joint accounts of the two people, and saw that she followed the route they traveled together seven years ago, from France, Spain and then Portugal, all the way south. All this, like a hint, made him reflect on the seemingly perfect life of two people. He recalled the initial encounter and union between the two, and every bit of their shared experiences. He thought about various possibilities back and forth, trying to piece together the trajectory of their lives bit by bit, but he could not tell why his wife chose to disappear, or when the cracks appeared in their lives. A book about love and marriage, as well as the accidents and inevitabilities in life. This writer from Denmark unhurriedly and slowly unfolds the sincerity and life that we always try to hide in our lives, like pulling apart a ball of wool little by little, exposing the core, which makes people read calmly and shockingly.