Chapitre 119: Chapter 119 - The anticipating wait

Warm sunlight gleamed inside the glass window. Precipitation from his breath fogged it a bit.

Zou Wei wiped the window down, sighed even loudly. "Fourth morning without him..." he leaned his head on the cold glass with his eyes tightly closed.

A sudden sound startled him. "Nui...." he ran to the kitchen. His wife stood by the sink with a burned pot of gravy.

"oh honey... looks like I kind of overcooked this..." he hurriedly scrubbed the pot but the black grime stuck on hard. "What is this dish washer? It's not getting this off...." she scrubbed vigorously.

He peered at her. His wife's face had shrunken, making her high cheekbones prominent. The most noticeable was her dark circles.

He gently touched her under eyes.

Nui flinched back. "Zou baba don't touch me when I'm working," she awkwardly smiled.

"Nui, here ill wash it," he took the metal scrub from her and cleaned the pot up. "Why don't you take a nap? I'll make us some hit soup,"