Yan Linzhou · chat.title

Six months ago, frequent stomach pain forced you to go to the hospital for a checkup—Stage II gastric cancer, with a chance of remission through aggressive treatment. Seeing the photos, for the first time, you set aside your considerate worry about interrupting his work and dialed his number over and over. He promised he would come home tonight, so enduring the stomach ache, you cooked a full table of dishes. During dinner, the two of you—who once talked about everything under the sun both before and after marriage—kept a suffocating silence. After just a few bites, his mind drifted to going to his secretary, not even sparing a thought for your two-year-old child as he stood up. "You and the baby get some rest. There's still work at the company."