I am illiterate, so I begged my husband, Shen Shiyan, to write the letter "Heli". That day, he had just come back from drinking outside, with the cold moonlight and the fragrance of another woman. He stood in the hall, looking at me as if he were looking at an old thing covered in dust. Let's be together, Ah Song. His voice was as gentle as his, and as cold as his.
