Her Deeds Weren't Hidden
The sweet summer birds sang their own chirpy songs early in the morning as they saw the sun. For the humans who hear those songs, they safely assume that the birds are singing happy tunes. But are they really?
As the sky brightened, Chenglei woke up without knowing when he fell asleep. His hands were still holding his wife and she still seemed warm and his lips curved up, immediately. Is it really her warmth though?
"Xing," he called, his voice had no doubts. He believed whatever happened last night didn't happen. He believed his wife wouldn't actually leave him alone.
"Xing..., " her motionless state gave him a slight panic as his voice trembled a little.
Wake up, please!
"My love," his voice turned to a whisper as he touched her cheek.
She was pale... Deathly pale and stiff.
"So you did leave me," he fell over her and wept, bitterly. His tears trickled on her forehead and down through her scalp and face.