28.01.2026, 8:08
Her parents had been expelled from the university. Their books, manuscripts, and photographs were thrown into the courtyard like trash. Her father remained silent, her mother cried at night, burying her face in her old shawl, and Mei Lin became the only one bringing any money into the house. She still worked as a translator at the factory, where everything had become mundane to her: the language, the smells, the people, even the air
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