The Next Morning.
Long Jie touched the other side of the bed, half-asleep, when the cold sheets came in contact with his hand, he woke up with a jerk. He rubbed his eyes and found the bed empty. Only he knew how much it scared him to not find his wife beside him.
'The trauma of losing your wife again is dangerous, I tell you!'
"Zhenyi?"
As Zhenyi emerged from the closet space, she heard Long Jie calling him. "What happened?"
She couldn't suppress the odd feeling that rose inside her when she heard her husband anxiously calling for her.
"Where are you going so early?" Long Jie asked her immediately when he saw her dressed in her professional clothes.
'She looks edible.' It was the first thought which came into his mind. Just a single glimpse of her and his heart is back to normal state.
