I Talk A Lot About Dead People
Feng Xuan was stretching on top of the bar that Qing Chen had installed on the ground of their rooftop. Her arm muscles were aching from carrying her weight, but now was not the time that she should give up.
She had to get back in shape. That should bring her some alignment in her life, right? She had been sweating all morning and she was actually feeling good with the sun warm and the wind freely blowing.
She used to do this everyday when she had been studying gymnastics. She couldn't even believe sometimes that she had been able to do some of the poses there.
She was travelling upside down the bar. She was almost at the end of it when she heard footsteps. A second later, Qing Chen's head popped up. He was carrying two cups of coffee and had a bright smile on his face.
Feng Xuan gracefully arched her body and lightly landed on her feet. "Good morning," she said, wiped the sweat off her face, and pressed a kiss on her husband's cheek.