Chapter 17
Chapter 17 — After Forgetting Your Husband
Now, the hot bowl of soup is right in my hand, my daughter is right in front of me. Outside the window are tens of thousands of lights from many families, and there is one light that belongs to us. I don't know if my memory will fully recover or not. But I know, even if I remember, I will never pretend like I never felt pain. Where once damaged, new skin will grow. I will lead Tue Tue by the hand and live the life ahead well.