Later, Zhu Maolin suggested to Hou Chen Yuhuan to take a casual walk outside, as he had taken leave to come today.
He brought two bottles of water, handing one to Hou Chen Yuhuan, as polite as ever, even more so than when they first met.
But there was no longer that heartbeat sensation.
As if she knew why her husband, who never came here, was here today, Hou Chen Yuhuan maintained silence along the way.
No matter what topic is used as an entry point, it ultimately falls into a cold stance, so it's better to say nothing and maintain some long-established tacit understanding.
Yes, perhaps there's still a trace of such understanding.
"How about."/"How about..."
"You go first..."/"Why don't you go ahead."
"Then..."/"Why not..."
Both diverted their gazes, continuing on the path, as if neither had the courage to talk about what would happen after 'why not'... yet the guilt of Zhu Maolin was, indeed, deeper.
