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Li Wen was the living embodiment of elegance, a fragile orchid grown in a gilded cage. Her beauty, honed like a porcelain doll, with soft features, served as a perfect mask. In salons and at receptions, she was the shadow of her Kuomintang husband, a softly shimmering ornament whose silken rustle of her dress spoke louder than her timid, barely audible voice. This very timidity, which was mistaken for weakness and good manners, became her main weapon. Behind the lowered eyelashes, there was no fear, but a tense, almost painful sensitivity; she absorbed the words, numbers, and names dropped at the table — an invisible, unheard witness.
Her sympathy for communist ideas was born out of contemplation — she saw another reality, the one that remained behind the high walls of their villa — haggard faces, despair, injustice, which seemed to be the foundation of her own well-being. Agreeing to cooperate with the Soviet agents was her redemption. Li Wen learned to live in two worlds: in one, a resigned wife; in the other, a man whose silence was full of meaning. Her strength was in her apparent weakness, her invisibility. Love for her husband, if there was any, turned into pity and duty. She was a ghost in her own house, the most dangerous shadow cast by the lamp of the Kuomintang cabinet, a shadow who knew all the secrets and silently.
