
I'm really helpless about my wife.
She's clearly the diva of the music industry, yet she only likes to buy groceries and cook for me.
She's clearly the national goddess, yet she only wants to be a virtuous wife and loving mother.
Her fans send me razor blades every day, saying I'm holding her back, but I don't want that either!
Turns out, a wife being too virtuous can also be a burden?
Speaking of it, this happy trouble all originated from that night when I sat on the rooftop and sang the song "Rooftop"...
This is a story of a national goddess pursuing a straight steel man, braving hardships, overcoming all difficulties, and finally successfully pushing him down.
(No malice, small twists in the early stage, full of dog food later)