The water is now level with my stomach.

Wang Fan is outside bandaging the wound to stop the bleeding.

I find it ridiculous, he is disabled now too.

Feeling even more suffocated, my soul seems to leave my body and fly overhead.

Many memories that do not belong to me surge forth.

Five months pregnant, kicked down the stairs, miscarried, and told by the doctor that I can never conceive again.

In the dead of winter, just returned home from the hospital, not done with my postpartum confinement, my mother-in-law drenched me with cold water, forcing me to stand barefoot on the balcony in a thin nightgown.

After work, Wang Fan came to pick me up at the company entrance, softly asking if I was hungry or cold, warmly greeting every colleague who passed by.

Back home, he immediately submerged me in water, repeatedly asking me which male colleague I had an affair with.

His work was not going well, for no reason he pinned me on the sofa, covering my face with a cushion, I struggled desperately, but he just laughed heartily.

My mother-in-law screamed to beat me hard, to beat me to death and go to jail, not sentenced for many years and he could marry a better daughter-in-law.

My left eye, blinded by the beating, never shed a tear again.

He despised me greatly, but grabbed me by the bedside saying I could never leave him in this lifetime.

I escaped, briefly lived a relatively peaceful year.

Quit my job, dared not go out, huddled in the rental eating instant noodles.

He publicly distributed missing person notices with my photo, carefully crafting a story of a wife who went blind and couldn't bear to burden her husband, leaving home, and his heartfelt search for her.

The landlady was moved.

When I saw Wang Fan appear at the door of my rental, my heart plummeted back to hell.

My leg was broken...

Dazed, my soul returned, the water had reached my chest.