Letters From a Ghost, Love From a Twin
Language: en
My husband and I were praised as the model arranged marriage couple in our circle—until I developed postpartum depression. I fled the nursery, trying to escape my son's relentless crying. Wandering aimlessly through the house, my footsteps stopped outside the study. At some point, a password lock had been installed on the study door. Instinctively, I raised my hand and entered my husband's birthday, then our son's. Neither worked. My nerves tingled with a strange excitement as I prepared to enter my own birthday. But my hand trembled, and I pressed 0817 instead of 0517—that was my…