The mad critic lost his memory, and the first thing he asked me when he woke up was who I was.
Thinking of his tireless demands and suffocating desire for control, I spoke.
"I am your sister-in-law."
Seeing his disbelief, I took out the token in my bag.
This token is indeed real.
In the original trajectory, I was indeed his eldest brother's unmarried wife.
After reading it, he treated me with respect and courtesy like an elder.
I also experienced a freedom and comfort that I had not experienced in two years.
However, when I went to his study to deliver pear soup, I saw a whole wall of my portrait.
