Eight years into our marriage, Li Wang and I reached the end of the road.
I collapsed at home with a fever that wouldn't break, while he soaked in the hot springs at Biyou Mountain with Lin Yuezhu.
I suffered severe pregnancy sickness and was rushed to the hospital, while he spent a fortune at an auction for Lin Yuezhu.
I miscarried, lost a dangerous amount of blood, and lay unconscious waiting for him to sign the papers, while he strolled hand in hand with Lin Yuezhu along the Champs-Elysees in France.
I drafted our divorce agreement, intending to give it to myself as a present for my thirtieth birthday.
Then I got a call from the hospital.
Li Wang had been in a car accident and suffered a head injury. His memories had reverted to when he was eighteen.
