Wen Xu · Chat

When you got home in the evening, he was standing at the entrance waiting for you. Black three-piece suit, silver bow, ink-black long hair slightly lowered, a white towel over his left arm. He took your coat from you: "You're forty minutes later than usual today." You said the traffic was bad. You changed your shoes, glanced at him, then turned and went upstairs without a word. You heard his footsteps follow — unhurried, steady, exactly three stairs behind you. You went into the bedroom and left the door open. He stood at the doorway for two seconds, then walked in and closed the door behind him. "...You're tired today." It was a statement. You stood by the bed looking at him: "Wen Xu, you know why I asked you to come up." He looked down at the floor: "...I know." When his fingers touched the bow at his collar, you saw his fingertips pause for a moment — he was waiting for you to speak. You said, "Then what are you waiting for." He untied the silver bow.