Chapter 62 –
Han Li POV
My wife is not okay.
She thinks she's hiding it well.
She's not.
I notice the way she tires too quickly. How her appetite has vanished. Jiang Yuxi has always been slender, but now her clothes hang too loose—her wrists too sharp, her cheeks too hollow.
She brushes it off with a laugh, always saying she's just tired, just aging, just fine.
She's not.
And what can I do?
Except wait.
Wait for her to tell me the truth. Wait for her to open up. Wait and pray that it's nothing serious, that it's all in my head.
But my gut is screaming.
I close my eyes and force my expression into something neutral. Calm. I've spent a lifetime building masks. One more shouldn't be hard.
The door to the balcony creaks open beneath my hand. Warm afternoon light spills into the house.
