In the tenth year of our marriage, my husband, Shao Jing’an, brought home a woman he called his unforgettable love.
I smiled.
“Then take her as your concubine, husband.”
His treasured cinnabar mark?
Very well.
I would crush her into a smear of mosquito blood.
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