A Second Life

When Kason opened his eyes at night, someone helped him sit up and brought him a cup of tea that was neither hot nor cold.

He took a sip to moisten his throat. Then, he took another sip. As he raised his eyebrows slightly, someone had already taken the teacup from his hand and refilled it.

A person without living together with him for more than ten years would not have such good rapport.

The rain was still falling outside. The candlelight in the room was dim, and the air was humid. Near the door, a charcoal brazier was burning, trying to dry the air.

"Mr. Vincent." Finally, a choked voice broke the silence. "You have lost a lot of weight."

Kason looked up at him, and after a long while, his lips curled up into a faint smile. "Thank you for taking care of me these days."

Tears welled up in Rex's eyes. "No problem. We will do anything for Mr. Vincent."

"Go to sleep," Vincent said as he handed the teacup over.

"Are you hungry? I'll fix something for you," Rex asked again.