One day, when I returned home from work, my wife Mao handed me a piece of paper. It was an announcement for a 2-night, 3-day camping event scheduled during weekdays. Although I obviously couldn't attend, Mao felt pressured by the women's association and found it difficult to decline, so I reluctantly agreed to let her go. That night, growing anxious, I called her, but no one answered. Later, I heard from the local newspaper delivery person that there were four participants in total—including my wife. For some reason, an uneasy feeling began stirring deep within my chest...