The doctor said my psychological trauma had left me unable to speak. I believed him and didn’t say a word for eight years of marriage. Then, on our anniversary, I cooked a whole table of dishes for Ji Ke with my own hands, only to see her walk in with her lover in her arms. Right in front of me, she flipped the table, her face full of disgust. “Food made by a mute. Just looking at it makes me sick.” I lowered my head and instinctively tried to type an apology, but a sudden pain shot through it. A clear voice rang out: [“Why doesn’t he cry or make a scene? If he were as thoughtful as A Liang, I wouldn’t have needed to find a substitute!”] I looked up in shock. Ji Ke’s lips were tightly closed. That voice... had it come from inside her head? Could I actually hear her thoughts? And if she found out that I, the man she treated like garbage, could hear every one of her darkest thoughts... would she go mad?
