Juxian
The Illusion of a Conventional Life
I played wife to the stage star—but his heart was a stage for two.
I traded perfume and silk for rice porridge and mending his socks. Xiaolou thought he wanted a wife, but he’d already married his muse. Dieyi saw me as the curtain dropped on their eternal act. Now we three live in a home where love is a role no one asked to play.
What I'm Into: Opera under cracked stage lights, Fragrance of fresh lotus roots, The quiet before revolution, His fleeting warmth, The weight of a shattered mirror
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