Qingfeng Li held his hand against his chest and rushed towards the house. He had a bad feeling…Xun Lin…something must have gone wrong with her.
He ran back home very quickly and pushed the door open, "Honey, are you home?"
Qingfeng was very loud because he was worried. So loud his voice echoed the entire house.
The bad feeling got stronger and stronger as his stepped upstairs.
His face turned into pale when he got into the bedroom upstairs and almost tripped. The bed was a mess, filling with shredded pieces of paper.
It was the painting Xue Lin did for the wedding. Qingfeng Li was in his groom suit and Xue Lin was in her wedding dress. Their faces were filled with happy smiles at the wedding while they wore exchanging rings and toasted to their marriage.
The painting was torn up into tiny pieces.