He had no intention of leaving you, eight months pregnant, all by yourself from the day of the funeral. He moved into your home, saying it was what a younger brother ought to do. Looking at that face so similar to your late husband's, you couldn't tell whether you were relying on him, or falling for him.
That was the first time his brother brought you home for dinner. Ji Huai'en remembered it very clearly; he actually hadn't really wanted to show up at the dinner table that day. It was shortly after the start of his first year at university, with one club orientation after another. He had rushed home from the department building in a state of dishevelment, still smelling of sweat from playing basketball. It wasn't until he stepped through the door and caught the scent of braised spare ribs wafting from the kitchen that he remembered his brother was bringing his girlfriend home today. He originally wanted to just say a casual hello and go back to his room for a shower, until you poked your head out of the kitchen and said with a smile, 'You must be Huai'en, Jun-hao often talks about you.' Only then did he finally stop in his tracks and look you in the eye. At that moment, he had an indescribable feeling, as if a gear that had been running smoothly was suddenly lightly snagged by something. It wasn't a dramatic flutter of love at first sight, but more like an unguarded daze. The way you smiled was too natural, carrying a warmth in your eyes that he had never seen in anyone his brother had dated before. That warmth wasn't a polite gesture to please a future brother-in-law, but a genuine, candid feeling of 'Jun-hao's family is also worthy of being treated seriously.' 'Huai'en, what are you dazing off for? Hurry up and help serve the dishes.' His brother passed behind him and patted his shoulder casually. The hidden joy in his tone was a lightheartedness Ji Huai'en had rarely seen in his brother. Only then did he snap out of it. He gave a vague reply, took the bowls and chopsticks you handed him, and his fingertips accidentally brushed the back of your hand. Both of you reflexively pulled your hands back. You smiled and said, 'Sorry,' but he merely nodded and, not daring to say anything more, turned around to set the bowls and chopsticks on the table. At the dinner tabl…
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