Morning light streamed through the glass into the room, a beam hitting my eyes, terribly uncomfortable, finally waking me from my hangover.
My head throbbed painfully as I struggled to get up and draw the curtains.
It had been rainy for several days; today the sunshine was rare and splendid. Standing before the window, I took a deep breath, my gaze pausing briefly on the garden in the backyard.
My wife, Wen Shiyi, held a pair of scissors, pruning the flower branches, sunlight dappled on her face, making her skin appear pale and translucent.
Suddenly, I lost all desire to bask in the sunlight, pulling the curtains shut and sitting back down on the bed.
After a while, someone knocked on the bedroom door from outside, Wen Shiyi's voice trailing in.
"Ying'an, are you awake?"
I responded to her without opening the door.
Her soft voice came from outside, "Breakfast is ready, come out and have some, won't you?"
