Mai Mingle had been told, "You're so stupid."
A woman only gets married once in her life. You have to find someone reliable, or what will you do for the rest of your days?
The person who'd advised her like this seemed to be a friend, but Mai Mingle had forgotten who. It must have been someone from decades ago.
Why pick him? Someone had once said, almost mockingly, "He has no masculinity at all, his voice is so soft. If you marry him, who's going to wear the pants in your family?"
But they didn't understand.
Whether it was her friends or her parents, they didn't know that when Mai Mingle chose to marry her husband, her main considerations weren't "security," "a better life," or "having a safety net for the future"...
It was safety and dignity.
Her husband was quiet and gentle, as if he was always apologetic for his own existence.
