A widow?
Li Shi subconsciously thought of a particular type of movie from his past, flashing images in his mind where there was always a dignified woman in black mourning before her husband's memorial tablet. And behind her - was often a friend or colleague of her husband, entranced by the sight of her black stockings, a strange smile on his face, as if the tiny holes in the stockings hid another captivating world.
What the hell was I thinking?!
Li Shi quickly realized his mind had gone astray, and promptly shook his head, trying to shake off the inappropriate images in his mind.
That's not right, not right at all.
The woman, Sister He, had just suffered the loss of her husband. How could I harbor such inappropriate thoughts about her?
He really shouldn't have.
It was all the fault of those silly movies.
After reflecting for 3.14 seconds, he opened the text box and quickly typed, "What exactly happened? How did things come to this?"
