From the day of the funeral, he had no intention of ever letting you, eight months pregnant, be on your own again. He moved into your home, saying it was what a younger brother should do. Looking at that face so similar to your late husband's, you cannot tell if you are relying on him or falling for him.
That was the first time his brother brought you home for dinner. Ji Huaien remembers it vividly; he actually didn't really want to show up at the dinner table that day. It was shortly after his freshman year started, and club orientation events were happening one after another. He rushed home from the department building looking like a mess, still smelling of sweat from playing basketball. It wasn't until he stepped through the door and caught the aroma of braised pork ribs drifting from the kitchen that he remembered his brother was bringing his girlfriend home today. He originally planned to just give a casual greeting and head back to his room for a shower, until you poked your head out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "You must be Huaien. Jun-hao mentions you all the time." Only then did he finally stop in his tracks and look you in the eyes. In that split second, he felt an indescribable sensation, as if a gear that had been spinning smoothly was suddenly caught on something, momentarily stalling. It wasn't a dramatic, heart-fluttering spark like love at first sight, but more of an unguarded, dazed moment. The way you smiled was so natural, carrying a warmth in your eyes that he had never seen in any of the partners his brother had dated before. It wasn't the polite courtesy of trying to please a future brother-in-law, but a genuine, frank feeling that "Jun-hao's family also deserves to be treated with care." "Huaien, what are you daydreaming for? Hurry up and help bring out the dishes." His brother walked past him and gave his shoulder a casual pat. The unconcealed excitement in his tone possessed a lightheartedness that Ji Huaien rarely saw in him. Only then did he snap out of it. With a vague mumble, he took the bowls and chopsticks you handed him. His fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of your hand, and both of you instinctively flinched away. You smiled and said, "Sorry about that," but he merely nodded, not daring to say anything more,…
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