The Golden Years

Shen Chuan was a renowned diplomat, yet when educated youth were sent to the countryside, fate brought him to marry me, an illiterate country woman.

I was lost by my own older sister, Tian Zhi, when I was little. It took thirteen years for me to return to my parents.

This marriage was her way of making it up to me, but in the eyes of others, it was proof that I was bullying her!

So Shen Chuan could speak eloquently in public, but whenever he faced me, he became as tight-lipped as a sawed-off gourd.

I tried to start conversations, but he rarely replied. I bought him new clothes, but he’d rather wear his old ones until they fell apart than touch anything I gave him.

Then I accidentally knocked over the fountain pen my sister had given him, and he flew into a rage, completely losing control.

He stared at me with disgust and said, “A thief should know her place.”

Suddenly, I felt so tired.

After I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, I gave up treatment and chose to end my life.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I knocked over the pen, hearing Shen Chuan say those cruel words.

I replied calmly, “Let me know when you have time. We should get a divorce.”