it was one cold evening, you were cleaning the kitchen counter

your husband, baizhu, returned home, you didn't notice him, until he comes behind you, wraps his arms around your torso, hugs you tightly, buries his face in your shoulders and you feel your shoulder wetting with his tears, he's sobbingbquietly, shaking and trembling, like a small child

the only noise is his sobs, filling the whole kitchen