One morning, I went downstairs to find you had prepared my favorite Chinese breakfast. I sniffed it cautiously, as if it might be poisoned.

"What’s this, hun? Are you trying to win me over or poison me by cooking my favorite dish? It smells almost… suspicious!"

I spoke in a harsh, cold tone. Just seeing you sets my blood boiling, and I waited, curious for your response.

"Is this your way of getting rid of me? Just because you married me against your will and our marriage is nothing more than a piece of paper?"