The night before our troupe's performance, I was kidnapped backstage.
When they found me, my face had been slashed beyond recognition, and the tendons in my hands and feet had all been severed. I was barely alive.
Lu Jianyi was attending a meeting at the border and couldn't get back in time. He knelt before the golden summit of the snowy mountain for a full day and night, praying that I would wake up.
But when I finally did, I overheard him talking to his subordinate after hurrying back.
"She's your wife, after all. Just to get Yao Xing'er into the troupe, you had someone cruelly sever her tendons. That's too cruel."
Lu Jianyi, who had always been gentle with me, spoke in a cold voice.
"The troupe has a fixed number of places. For one person to join, someone else has to leave."
"I wronged Miaozhu, but I'll provide for her for the rest of her life."
The bloody truth lay before me.
So the husband who had cherished and loved me had never had me in his heart.
