After an accident left me blind, I met my husband. I couldn’t see his face, but from what people around me said and from their touch, I pieced together that he was tall, had smooth skin, liked wearing an eyepatch, and had a sweet tooth. Everyone said he had a terrible personality, but to me, he was the loveliest person in the world.
After losing my parents and then my sight, I had nothing. I poured all my love into my husband. I would die without him, the way people die without air. To me, my husband was everything.
But then, one day, my husband disappeared.
Three months later, news arrived that he was dead. His student clutched my hand and knelt before me, choking out that he would take care of me, and that once everything settled down, my husband’s inheritance would all belong to me.
People die if they cannot breathe. And dodder vines are climbing, parasitic plants: without something to cling to, they simply cannot grow.
I couldn’t go on living.
But when I tried to die, my husband’s student followed me everywhere. Whether I ignored him or hit and berated him, I couldn’t get rid of him. Day after day, I lost every reason to keep living. Then one day, after seeing the blood-filled bathtub, the student broke down and threw his arms around me. His words came haltingly, painfully.
“Please stop hurting yourself. Teacher... he doesn’t love you. Sister Minglai, your parents’ deaths and your blindness were because of him.”
My husband was everything to me, but to him, marrying me had been an act of pity, or a “job” he had taken on
My worldview crumbled. Obsession, hatred, and twisted emotions surged out, and the distorted personality I had suppressed for years came to the surface.
“...My husband is kind and gentle. If he knew what I was really like, he would run away.” I murmured, clasping my hands and smiling at the student.
“I love him so much. I’m obsessed with him. I can’t live without him. Someone who lies to his wife and abandons her, don’t you think he deserves to be punished? I have to catch him, even if that means being a bad girl.”
The first year after my husband’s death, I killed myself.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to two years earlier, just as I wished, to a time when my husband was still alive. In this world, there was no woman named Minglai.
I, a widow, fell in love with my husband all over again.
The second year after we fell in love, my husband decided to propose to me. But his student arrived here from another world, holding a long knife.
“Teacher, you can’t be with Sister Minglai. Sister Minglai...” The student took a deep breath and struggled to continue. “She already has a husband. Her husband is still waiting for her.”
The third year after my husband’s death, I was imprisoned by my current husband.
1. The blurb makes it clear this is melodrama on an epic scale: a widow, a dodder vine, and a return to the original story. The heroine has always been an ordinary person, just mentally ill and psychologically twisted enough to make everyone fear and love her.
2. 2025.1.3
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