Thần Mộng Tiên Tri

When my husband frequently accompanied me back to my parental home, I knew the plot had begun. He and my half-sister would be discovered in disheveled clothing, followed by her entering our household, my death from illness – all unfolding seamlessly. But this time, the figure lying beside my half-sister would no longer be him, but merely a lowly servant. I would never again let him destroy us as he did in that prophetic dream.