Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

The first time they met, Alfred boasted about his love for photography, mentioning how he had amassed a collection of cameras at home. He went on and on about the history of Sony and Hasselblad to Tina. Upon entering the gallery and observing a few pieces, Alfred couldn't hide his disdain. "What is this stuff? They call this art?"

Not everyone appreciated Sayaka's work, dominated by a palette of greys and featuring vegetables, apparel, fish, and metallic objects. For instance, a dress adorned with sardines and high heels covered in fish scales showcased her bizarre imagination and peculiar style. Art was subjective, after all. But even if one didn't appreciate some art, he should respect the diversity it brought.

Tina's excitement for the exhibition plummeted like a falling stock price. She hummed in agreement and flatteringly said, "I think your photos are better than hers."

Alfred scratched his head modestly. "Well, I wouldn't go that far. She's an artist. I'm just a hobbyist."

When Alfred bumped into an acquaintance, he immediately started chatting overly friendly, leaving Tina to receive ambiguous glances from the men.

"This must be your lady."

The two families were in the initial stages of contact, far from engagement, yet Alfred already acted as if he owned the place, nudging Tina to greet his friends.

"These are my buddies. Call them 'bro'."

group awaited her greeting

a sweet response, but her mood was off. Without satisfying Alfred, she said, "You guys carry on. I'll take a look around by myself." Without caring about their reactions, she turned

on her own, Tina found it more enjoyable without Alfred. Although Alfred shared

He respected everyone's strengths and treated fields outside his

She couldn't compare them,

she wouldn't fall for Alfred because Alfred couldn't

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unexpectedly, she

met, and Tina

knew the gallery owner, a regular in her

at her, and she ascended the stairs, greeting him, "Hey

today's exhibition? It took some effort to borrow a

Tina replied, picking

some coffee. "It's been ten years since her last exhibition. How did you