In the evening, Fu Yi opened the door and saw the sunset outside the French window of the living room facing the door. His wife sat on the bay window, with her back against the wall and a laptop on her knees. Her snow-white skirt fell along the prism, and her body and the wall formed a very beautiful arc. The warm yellow light outside the window enveloped her silhouette, and a hazy halo appeared on her body, beautiful like a mural.
Hearing the door close, Shu Qing tucked her long hair behind her ears, looked at Fu Yi and asked with a smile: "Where's Yinyin? Didn't you go to pick her up?"
Fu Yi took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, then walked towards her carrying a plastic bag. Because his leg injury had not yet fully healed, his steps were more steady and slower than usual.
"I asked my colleague to pick up Yinyin and take care of her. It's just the two of us tonight."
As he spoke, Fu Yi walked to the bay window and sat down beside her. The smile on his face was gentler than the sunset outside the window.
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