The next morning, Dou Nan appeared right on time.
After we had breakfast together, I was idle while he buried himself in work. We were like a couple, except our new home was a hospital room, red had turned to white, and I was a bride with a lame leg.
After a while, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at him and noticed that his allergy-induced acne had cleared up, making his face even more handsome. He wasn't exceptionally handsome, but he had clear features and was pleasant to look at. It's not easy for a self-made wealthy man to maintain such a look, especially when their status changes, as it can also change their gaze and thereby their entire face.
"You're peeking at me, huh?" he said, eyes on his computer screen.
