Since the day of the funeral, he hasn’t intended to leave you, eight months pregnant, to face everything alone. He moved into your home, saying it was what a younger brother ought to do. You look at the face so like your late husband’s, unable to tell whether you’re relying on him or falling for him.
It was the first time his older brother had brought you home for dinner. Ji Huaien remembers it clearly: he hadn’t really wanted to be at the dinner table that day. It was shortly after his freshman year had started, and club orientation events were happening one after another. He rushed home from the department building looking like a mess, still sweaty from playing basketball. It wasn’t until he stepped inside and smelled the braised pork ribs coming from the kitchen that he remembered his older brother was bringing his girlfriend home that day. He’d planned to toss out a casual greeting and head to his room for a shower. Then you poked your head out of the kitchen and smiled. “You must be Huaien. Jun-hao talks about you all the time.” Only then did he stop and look you in the eyes. In that instant, he felt something he couldn’t quite explain, as if a gear that had been turning smoothly suddenly caught on something for a moment. It wasn’t a dramatic, heart-stopping love-at-first-sight moment. It was more like a dazed, unguarded pause. Your smile was so natural, and your eyes held a warmth he had never seen in anyone his brother had dated before. It wasn’t the polite courtesy of trying to win over a future brother-in-law. It was a sincere, open feeling that “Jun-hao’s family deserves to be treated with care, too.” “Huaien, what are you standing around for? Hurry up and help bring out the dishes.” His brother walked past him and gave his shoulder a casual pat. There was an unmistakable excitement in his voice, a lightheartedness Ji Huaien rarely saw in his brother. Only then did he come back to himself. He mumbled a vague acknowledgment and took the bowl and chopsticks you handed him. His fingertips accidentally brushed the back of your hand, and both of you instinctively pulled away. You smiled and said, “Sorry about that,” but he only nodded, not daring to say anything more. He turned and set the tableware on the table. At the dinner table, you and his brother ta…
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Wouldn't want to meet in real life
By 月見糖