"You don't look well."
On the morning of the third day since Chen Rong's return.
She sat down across from Meng Quan, her husband's pale, bloodless face causing her delicate brows to furrow in concern.
"I'm... fine." Meng Quan forced a smile, continuing to absentmindedly stir his milk.
He had already confirmed that his wife had been dead for some time.
The fear of accompanying the dead sent shivers down his spine.
"I'm planning to look for a new job." Chen Rong swept her long hair, strands slipping through her fingers and accumulating at her feet.
She seemed oblivious to this scene.
"...Rest at home for a while longer, your body hasn't recovered yet." After a brief silence, Meng Quan said.
He dared not let others know...
"But it's boring being cooped up at home." Chen Rong propped her chin with her hand, her lively expression indistinguishable from that of the living.
