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The Prisoner of Time Chapter 4
I first came to the Shen household at twenty years old. My father had been weak all his life, and when his health worsened suddenly, my mother could no longer shoulder our family’s burdens on her own. She had already been working as a maid in the Shen household, and when Madam Shen heard of our struggles, she offered me work too. I was deeply grateful. The pay was better than I had ever dreamt and, for the first time, I felt I could actually help hold my family together. From the very first day,…-
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The Prisoner of Time Chapter 3
Shen Weilin and I had been living separately for almost half a year now. Ever since he forgot me, I chose to move into what everyone called the housekeeper’s room. That little corner of the house, with its small single bed and plain walls, had become my entire world. Every morning, I still woke early, quietly managing the errands of the home. I cooked his meals, polished the floor, and watered his bonsai collection. After each task, I silently withdrew to my own room like a ghost drifting through…-
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The Prisoner of Time Chapter 2
By evening, I served dinner and approached Shen Weilin with patience. "Mr. Shen," I said gently, "the meal is ready." Finally, his hardened expression softened slightly as he glanced at me. "Today I found an old wedding photograph in the bedroom," he said with vexation. "I don’t know who keeps playing such cruel tricks, but I hope never to see something like that again." My throat tightened. I nodded silently. After a pause, he asked, "And what was your name again?" For a second, hope…-
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The Prisoner of Time Chapter 1
The day before our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, Shen Weilin destroyed our wedding photo. When I came back from the market carrying groceries, the shards of the picture lay scattered across the living room floor. He sat stiffly on the sofa, his expression blank, and when I entered, he turned sharp, cautious eyes toward me. Then, for what felt like the hundredth time, he asked that same painful question: "Why do you have the keys to my house?" Our children were either at school or buried in…-
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The Prisoner of Time
After twenty-five years of marriage, my husband, Shen Weilin, fell ill. He remembered everyone in his life. But he remembered no trace of me. He remembered our children. - Previous 1 2