Qiao Yu woke up the next morning and remembered what had happened last night. He immediately looked across the bed, but there was nobody.
He reached out only to find it cold inside the quilt. Could everything last night be just a dream? No, a dream could not be that real. Those many times of being crazy and her soft voice were still in his head now. Her aroma was even still around him.
Qiao Yu got up immediately and went outside to look for her.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he heard laughter from the next bedroom.
"Mummy, your joke is much more interesting than Daddy's." Enoch's voice sounded sweet.
"Then Mummy will tell you jokes daily, all right?" A woman's voice sounded tender.
"Good, good. Those few jokes Daddy tells me every time are not interesting at all." Enoch threw a bucket of cold water on him.
