On my fortieth birthday, I finished writing a novel called "The Empress and the Nine Husbands" and took a nap.
In my dream, I saw nine men.
When I woke up, I was lying on my bed, wearing my pajamas, thinking it was just a dream that was too real.
Three months later, the ultrasound sheet read: Pregnant, twins.
The doctor smiled and said: "Old mothers, remember to ask your husband to accompany you to the prenatal check-up."
Husband? I don't even know who the father is.
To this day, nine men blocked me in an alley——
Li Junwei, a millionaire internet celebrity who had been squatting in the live broadcast room for three months, held my hand, his eyes were red as if he hadn't slept in three days: "Did you really come to my room that night?"
Li Sheng, a top K-pop figure I have had a crush on for ten years, sent me a text message: "I need an explanation for what happened on the eighth day of February."
Lee Soo Hyuk, a Korean model I shook hands with ten years ago, asked me to meet: "You show up in my room and disappear an hour later."
Shen Chenchen, a retired special forces soldier, stopped me: "Someone offered 50 million to buy the life of the child in your belly."
There is also a mysterious private message with the ID name "108th Generation Descendants": "Grandma, you disappeared for 24 hours on the eighth day of February. Only by finding the truth can you save your child's life. Also - be careful of the woman wearing a black wedding dress."
I raised my head and saw a woman in a black dress looking at me at the entrance of the alley.
She waved at me and disappeared around the corner.
Nine men, all claimed to have seen me that night.
Memories disappear within 24 hours, who is lying?
Whose child is I carrying in my belly?
