Taking Care Of His Ill Wife.
The fiery sun sank two-thirds of its round disk beneath the mountain summit. Birds were flying back home, to cavities and niches in trees, singing along the way. Trees were rustling in the breeze. The sky was graphite in the hands of twilight, when Mu Yunsheng returned home.
He paused in his step in the living room. Orange glow was streaming out through the open doors of other rooms, apart from theirs. 'Wasn't she in the room?' He thought with a slight frown setting in between his eyebrows. 'Perhaps, she is talking to Hien in another room.' Entering inside, his eyes strained to see the objects in their room, before they adjusted to the darkness. Then, he grabbed two stones, struck them together, created some sparks which flew off in the brown curled up leaves in the hearth, and sparked a tiny blue flame.