Summary
In my third year with my husband after he lost his sight, I told him I wanted a baby.
Shen Sinian patted my hand. “Honey, I’m ill. If you want a child, I can find someone for you. Once the baby’s born, we’ll raise it together. How does that sound?”
That night, I was so furious I put three extra spoonfuls of salt in dinner.
We went a month without sex after that.
I looked up toward the kitchen. Shen Sinian was coming slowly toward me with a glass of water.
The moment he set it on the coffee table, I spoke.
“I’ve agreed to what you suggested last time.”
“Send me that man’s contact details.”