I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart

Morning light streamed through the glass into the room, a beam hitting my eyes, terribly uncomfortable, finally waking me from my hangover.

My head throbbed painfully as I struggled to get up and draw the curtains.

It had been rainy for several days; today the sunshine was rare and splendid. Standing before the window, I took a deep breath, my gaze pausing briefly on the garden in the backyard.

My wife, Wen Shiyi, held a pair of scissors, pruning the flower branches, sunlight dappled on her face, making her skin appear pale and translucent.

Suddenly, I lost all desire to bask in the sunlight, pulling the curtains shut and sitting back down on the bed.

After a while, someone knocked on the bedroom door from outside, Wen Shiyi’s voice trailing in.

"Ying’an, are you awake?"

I responded to her without opening the door.

Her soft voice came from outside, "Breakfast is ready, come out and have some, won’t you?"

After changing clothes, I walked out to see a modest breakfast laid out on the dining table downstairs, with Wen Shiyi waiting beside it.

Fastening a cufflink, I said indifferently, "I won’t eat. There’s work at the company; I need to leave."