Chen Wang and I divorced because of a trivial matter. He bought me some food that I didn't like on Valentine's Day. I prepared dinner in silence. But he collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep. Shoes were scattered in the entrance hall, and the briefcase was thrown carelessly on the sofa. The shirt I had ironed for him over and over again had deep wrinkles. In ordinary life, maybe we have long been tired of looking at each other.
