Disappearance
Wang Wei opened his eyes, looking at his wife snuggling in his arm. Last night, she was vulnerable, so they held each other tightly while sleeping. Although they did not speak, it was enough to have each other's comfort and warmth.
"How are you feeling?"
"Much better," replied Wu Hong with a smile, making Wang Wei dazed. Her pure white sleeping gown and brilliant smile granted her a more pure, ethereal, and soft aura he had never experienced before. And it was enchanting.
"You're beautiful," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Aren't I always beautiful?"
"Yes, but today, you're radiant."
"Thank you, and you're not so bad yourself," replied Wu Hong, lightly tapping his face.
"Not bad? You should know anywhere I go, I can eat soft rice with this face."
(AN: Eating soft rice is a Chinese saying when a man uses his handsomeness to rely on his wife for financial stability or other forms of power or authority.)