The evening sunset glow colored half the sky red. Soon, the boundless gray came slowly with the night breeze, swallowing the final light by the horizons, and then the sky quietened down.
On the streets of Los Angeles early one evening, Xi Xiaye was dressed in a light beige fall dress with a small black jacket, and her waist-length hair was tied casually into a bun. She walked along unhurriedly on this slightly noisy street.
Beside her was Mu Yuchen. He held her frail shoulders by habit while his other hand held the jacket that he had just taken off.
The husband and wife did not say much. They just walked like that for quite a distance until Xi Xiaye then slowly stopped to reach out and pull at his sleeve. She turned and looked up quietly at him.
"What's wrong?" Mu Yuchen was surprised that she had suddenly stopped.
