Summary
Zhang Jiawang and I were known throughout the neighborhood as a model couple.
Every morning before leaving the house, we would cling to each other for a while like young lovers still in the honeymoon phase.
Until this morning, when I was taking our daughter to school. As usual, he leaned in to kiss me, but his stubble pricked me, so I reached out and pushed him back.
“Stop messing around. Qiqi’s going to be late for school.”
He took the opportunity to flop backward, clutching his chest dramatically. “You’re abusing me. Ouch, it hurts…”
I shot him an annoyed yet affectionate glare, picked up our daughter’s schoolbag, and left without looking back.
After dropping off our child, I hummed a tune as I returned home. The entryway was deathly quiet. Only then did I see that Zhang Jiawang was still lying in the same spot, his posture completely unchanged.