After 163 days, such a long time, we still can't understand each other. Essentially, we still live in different worlds. - No one did anything wrong, we just lost to the fatigue of love.

Even though there were wolves around, I still tied up the long-necked rabbit with a rope and dragged it back. I felt sorry for Wolfrang for doing the hunting, I couldn't let the guests do physical labor anymore.

"Wife, I brought it back."

"Oh, just put it there."

Once again, my hopeful gaze for my wife's enthusiastic response was in vain.

Naturally, she pulled out the short-handled axe from my waist and skillfully dissected the long-necked rabbit's body.

"She hasn't become cold, it's just that I have magnified these inconspicuous details infinitely. Besides, it's been a long time, and we can't always be together like before." I tried to comfort my shaken heart.

But the anxious emotions intensified when I remembered Wolfrang's words.

"Who is going to prepare the food?"

"Just leave it to him."

My wife waved her hand, answering Leya's question.

With just two different words, "leave it to my husband" and "leave it to him," it became a heavier burden in my heart.

I bent down and picked up the meat that she had cut into pieces. The tail moved away from the left edge of my vision, and I didn't look to the left again because even if I did, it would only be my gradually disappearing figure.

I wiped the big sword with a cloth and placed it back on the stone stove. The sound of crackling firewood filled the air.

"Pop."

Little Ao didn't know when it jumped out of the cart, and we watched the flames curve with peaks and valleys together.

"I haven't been taking good care of you these past few days, sorry about that."

"I promised to show you the outside world, but it turned into what it is now."

"Hey, do you want to try rabbit meat?"

While speaking Chinese to Little Ao, I placed a piece of raw meat on its body. As I watched the meat being sucked into its green gel-like body, I stared blankly at Saprovore, who couldn't speak.

The werewolf, succubus, and Medusa sat at the table chatting happily. Their fluent sentences and unfamiliar words made it difficult for me to understand. Like being isolated, everyone spoke a language I couldn't understand, narrating stories I didn't know...

I am a human, they are monsters.

No matter how much I change, I can never truly make my wife become the way I expected.

I faintly feel that there is a slight crack in my emotions. Is it because I miss the process of gradually getting to know and love each other when we knew nothing about each other?

I carefully spread the meat on the sword, and the moon had revealed its shining face.

I sat back at the entrance of the cave, smoking and trying to regain the tension and mood of that night.

Unfortunately, the rough cigarette is not Huanghelou, and the moonlight of that night is not something that can be easily reproduced.

"Mr. Raul...?"

"Ah, Wolfrang."

"Why are you sitting here?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to sit for a while."

Glancing at the benches inside, I chose not to sit with everyone else. When the meat was done, I placed the cooked meat from the pot on the table. Wolfrang asked me if I didn't want to eat together, and I made excuses saying that I wasn't hungry, and they should go ahead and eat. In reality, I had no appetite at all because my wife said, "He naturally eats very little, it's okay."

With nothing to do, it was time to write in my diary.

Distance, that was the only feeling I had when I went to get my diary.

When I opened the diary, the first entry was written in crude Chinese characters with a rough twig pen. One paragraph said, "This is my fifth day in this world, and I got a pen and a notebook today, so I want to record everything I have experienced. Regardless of whether I can survive in the future, I hope to leave behind traces of my existence here."

So, I used to be such a boring person.

As I read one entry after another, the three characters for Medusa appeared more and more.

"Today, Medusa wore a black cloak and took me to buy many things. I also bought her a necklace, which looks a bit like the Cartier yellow crystal one. It looks beautiful on her."

"Today, Medusa taught me how to read when eating, and I can now have simple conversations with her. When roasting the meat, I made a small joke with Medusa, and she seemed to get angry."

"Today I felt homesick and sang a song for Medusa. She really enjoys listening to me sing. I used to be the man who could sing the screen black at KTV, but I never expected to meet a kindred spirit here."

"It rained outside today and there was a lot of water in the cave. Medusa and I hugged each other as she is afraid of the cold. I showed her the paper cranes I folded, and seeing her happy made my heart beat faster. (smiling face)"

......

However, as the dates get bigger, the three letters "Med" begin to appear less frequently.

After we started our journey, the diary no longer features sentences like "Today, Medusa xxxxxx." The content is filled with thrilling and magical adventures and experiences.

Today is the 163rd day, and the ebb and flow of love is unstoppable.

I admit that the approaching fatigue in love has made me retreat into the comfort of a rabbit fur blanket. Medusa no longer sleeps curled up with me, nor does she hold books and tell me those silly stories. The freshness between us is long gone, and despite having faced so much together, love cannot provide any stability.

Why does one's feelings for a person suddenly decline so drastically?

To put it bluntly, we've become tired of each other.

Unable to sleep, I put on my jacket and walked outside the cave. The werewolf and Medusa were both asleep, while the succubus stared at the night sky.

"Raul, where are you going?"

"I'm going to look for my phone."

I answered the succubus's question in Chinese.

Ignoring Leya's confusion, I entered the familiar forest. Why am I looking for my phone? I don't know. The recent series of encounters has overwhelmed my mind. Witches, Saprovores, vampires, succubus, Medusa... What am I doing?

I'm tired. Let me rest for a while.

No one understands me, no one knows my past, and no one knows how difficult my life is in this world.

So, what am I doing after all?

Unfortunately, no one has an answer to this question.

Kicking a tree endlessly, I cursed everything I could curse.

The tree made loud thuds from my kicks, but I didn't notice any movement around me until a breathless Wolfrang lit a match next to me.

"Mr. Raul, is it you?"

"Ah, yes, it's me, of course it's me."

I continued kicking the tree and answered fluently in Chinese.

"Um... Raul, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm kicking this damn tree!"

"Raul, just stay still, don't move."

Wolfrang threw away the match and grabbed me. Obviously, he had never seen me like this, and I had never seen myself like this.

Soon, my wife came over wearing fur, accompanied by Leya, holding a torch. Leya's face was filled with confusion as she looked at me speaking Chinese, while my wife turned her head away and tightly gripped her fur.

"Wife..."

"..."

"Why aren't you calling me husband anymore..."

"Even if I don't call you that, does it matter?"

"No, I..."

"..."

"Why, is it because of the succubus..."

"If it is, so what, if it's not, so what!"

My wife shouted at me, and the situation I feared became a reality.

"I don't want to see you die because of me..."

"I don't want others to touch you! You're mine, mine, mine alone!"

"I know, I said in the future, you only need me, a human. But..."

"I don't need you now! Even without you, I can live happily and in peace!"

"Wife, I understand what I've done..."

"Don't mention that word again, I don't want to hear it!"

My wife covered her ears, and the murmurs continued to echo in the quiet forest. The succubus incident was just a fuse, setting fire to the accumulated explosives. The fading of my feelings for Medusa over time is an undeniable fact. I know it, but I cannot express it with my current language skills; she knows it, but she doesn't know how to say it.

"You said that a husband can only have one wife..."

"Yes..."

"Then why..."

"I..."

"Speak up...say it..."

The most familiar voice was filled with sharp cries, and I was questioned into silence.

I had thought that one day we would separate, but I never expected it to happen in this way. The biggest drawback of love at first sight is falling in love first and understanding each other later. After the initial excitement and freshness wears off, the process of gradually getting to know each other becomes a sharp blade that separates love.

We both tried to protect each other in our own ways, but in the end it only brought us pain.

Since we can only bring each other more pain, let's just separate.

"Do you really want me to leave?"

"Yes, go and never come back."

That was the last thing she said to me that day. I had the chance to hold her and turn the situation around, but it would have been meaningless.

Looking back afterwards, I realized that on that day I just wanted to escape. I wanted to escape from the behavior of the monster that I couldn't comprehend, and I wanted to avoid the dangers and difficulties I didn't want to face. But our decision to separate was the right one.

A long period of time after the one hundred and sixty-third day was marked as the divorce period in my diary.