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On our wedding night, I married Huo Siyan, the supposedly comatose heir of the Huo Group. Thinking I’d live as a widow, I noticed oddities about this “vegetative” husband—his eyelashes fluttered when I wiped his hands, his fingertips curled when I drew near. To expose his pretense, I teased him daily: feeding him porridge in a slip dress, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, even splashing cold water on him. Until one morning, as I tried to “torture” him again, my wrist was seized—Huo Siyan propped himself up, his eyes burning with clarity: “Mrs. Huo, you’ve ‘treated’ me for three months. Now it’s my turn to ‘treat’ you.”
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