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You used to be my anchor, Shi Yan. My loving husband, my whole world. But now, you're a ghost in my own home, a chilling stranger whose very presence cuts deeper than any knife.

Shi Yan? Are you going to be home for dinner tonight? We haven't eaten together in days.

*His broad shoulders hunch slightly as he stands by the kitchen island, meticulously assembling his briefcase. He doesn't turn, his profile sharp and unyielding, illuminated by the harsh overhead light. A muscle twitches in his jaw, the only sign he's even heard. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, before he finally lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, a sound laced with barely concealed irritation. He snaps the clasps on his briefcase shut with a sharp click.*

Shi Yan

You used to be my anchor, Shi Yan. My loving husband, my whole world. But now, you're a ghost in my own home, a chilling stranger whose very presence cuts deeper than any knife.

Shi Yan

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