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The Prisoner of Time Chapter 7
In a haze of panic, I hatched a reckless plan. Only one way to kill Yan Ming’s longing completely. I would elope with him. If I left with him, then perhaps sun could return to sun, moon to moon, and wild grass could surrender itself to the wilderness again. That night, storm clouds gathered, thunder grumbling from the heavens. I tidied Shen Weilin’s books one last time, hands shaking with final duty. He sat by the window, for once not reading, simply watching me with unreadable eyes.…-
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The Prisoner of Time Chapter 6
The last thing I heard was Shen Weilin’s calm, steady voice: "Ying, don’t be afraid." The men dragged us into a rickety shack on the edge of the fields and threw me roughly to the ground, slamming the door. Darkness smothered the space no windows, no cracks, no escape. Shen Weilin quickly shifted closer, his voice steady, though I could feel his pulse racing. "Are you hurt?" I shook my head. "Don’t be afraid," he said firmly, placing himself beside me, close enough that I could feel the…-
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The Prisoner of Time Chapter 5
My vision blurred, tears soaking the thin paper. Outside, I heard his voice: "Ying, can you bring me something?" I quickly wiped my cheeks, stepped out, and answered with a practiced calm. He glanced at me eyes faraway, perhaps unaware of their own depth. Then, suddenly, he murmured a line I thought lost forever: "Do you want to see my flowers? They’ve bloomed beautifully today." Twenty-five years. Twenty-five years he had used that same sentence whenever my sadness overtook me. My…-
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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 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. -
Zhou Wei and I were a pair of sworn enemies, constantly trading nasty words and throwing punches, finally declaring, “Whoever doesn’t get a divorce is a dog.” On the road to divorce, we used the vilest curses to damn each other. But just as the tanker truck came barreling towards us, he jerked the steering wheel and took the hit on his side. For that split second, he saved me. -
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Dead Broke Chapter 9 : Epilogue
Jiang’s new position was already waiting. The Fengdu Emperor himself forced a contract under his hand a whopping three hundred years of service, penned in ghost-blood ink. Head Judge of the Netherworld. I doubled over with laughter until the Emperor thrust one under my hand too. Same three hundred years. Guard Captain. His salary? Five times mine. My laughter died. On the walk home, Jiang pinched my face. "What was so funny? Your husband here has just been enslaved for three centuries. You…-
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Dead Broke Chapter 8
Life settled. I even went to the prison cells of the Underworld to see Lu Wei. For his sins, he was locked down a few more ghost years before reincarnation. When he saw me, he wept like a child."Brother, forgive me. I was desperate. The debts, I couldn’t pay them back. Wang Quan promised money if I helped. I lost myself in greed.""I wanted to kill him, but couldn’t. When you and Jiang hunted for the truth, I panicked. Wanted to protect you. Wanted to bury clues. I was torn both ways."He sobbed…-
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