Chapter 23
Sheng Moyang no longer came to my house only in the dead of night.
He stood under the bright, cloudless sky, holding my hand as my lover.
And I held his hand back, firmly and resolutely.
In the days of loving him,
I was indulged and cherished by him, regaining my strength and freedom.
The shadows that once crowded my past were gradually dispelled.
My sky began to clear.
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