Wet Spider in Darkroom
by Rock Sugar Roasted Sweet Potato
About This Novel
A well ate the lives of three women Seven years ago, my sister fell into the well in the backyard while wearing embroidered shoes. They said she slipped. Seven years later, my husband brought home a female student with the exact same face as my sister. The day I received the diagnosis of terminal gastric cancer, I smiled-because I could finally begin to die. When I found a photo of my sister locked in my husband's study, when I found out last year's birthday cake contained her ashes, when I found out that my father-in-law was poisoned to death by his biological son... I know it's time for a reckoning. Yesterday, he knelt outside the ICU and begged me: "Use your bone marrow to save her. She is your sister's substitute." I pulled out the infusion tube, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "But hubby, the ashes of your first love... Were still mixed in my birthday cake last year." The roses beside the well are blooming especially red this year. Because down there, the person who deserves to be buried is finally buried. --Every family has a well that eats people. This well in my family has eaten women for two generations. Now, it's the stone thrower's turn to go down.
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Official(1)Scraped 2d ago
The script is rare and pays homage to Thunderstorm, which is a bit interesting.
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Official(1)Scraped 2d ago
The script is rare and pays homage to Thunderstorm, which is a bit interesting.
