I married my wife Yuri two years ago. Yuri originally worked as a narrator and was closed after getting married, but she decided to go to English conversation because the work she received as a part-time job was written in English, hoping to add to her household budget. One day, I passed by a black man near my house, and when I got home, I was worried about two cups at the table, and when I asked, it was said that I was studying English conversation with a black teacher in the room. I knew that my wife was giving a black man to my house without my knowledge, and my indescribable anxiety began to overflow from my heart.