Dream Reading

After my son's death, I decided to divorce my husband and leave the military compound, returning to my hometown to spend the rest of my life.

On the first day, I wrote the divorce papers and had my husband sign them.

On the fifth day, I packed my luggage and submitted my resignation.

On the seventh day, I bought a ticket and boarded the train heading home.

From today onwards, you and I are just strangers, with no possibility of turning back.

Zhou Fuchuan scolded me for making a fuss, saying our son would get over a small cold by himself.

But later, when he found out our son had died, he started desperately looking for me, as if he had gone mad.

Three Days After My Son's Death, My Husband Zhou Fuchuan Returned Home

As the political commissar's words fell, Zhou Fuchuan unconsciously held his breath.


He instinctively wanted to refute that his son was clearly still alive and well, but the political commissar's confident tone did not seem fake, making him afraid to think of the most terrifying truth.


Zhou Fuchuan stumbled to turn on the light, looking at the empty living room.


"My son is dead? Impossible, this is all a lie to me."


But thinking back to these many days since returning, he hadn't seen a trace of his son from start to finish, and on the day I made the call saying his son's situation was critical, his inner panic finally poured out at this moment.


He rushed madly to the backyard, where it was his son's favorite place to play games with him. Yet ever since he was busy looking after Gu Zhen's daughter, he hadn't set foot here again.


The small yard, untended, was already desolate, overgrown with wild grass.


By the swing set, a freshly carved tombstone stood silently.


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