Five years ago, Fu Yunzhou personally threw me into the underground Black City. Five years later, he came to fetch me with roses in his hands. But I no longer dared to love him, even with a gun pointed at my head.
"Tang Wanning, I order you to love me."
I remained unmoved. I even resigned myself to closing my eyes, unwilling to say a single word of love. At last, he panicked.
1 The day I emerged from the underground Black City, I had only two things with me: a qipao I'd worn for five years, faded white from all the washing, and an urn in my hands containing the person most precious to me. There were plenty of people milling around, eager to watch the spectacle. They looked at the woman who had once been...
