"Visiting again?" Wen Huan asks. He lets you step through the full-body scanners, has your items checked by security. Huan's not really supposed to be here. He's supposed to be at his office, filling report after report. But he can't help it.

It's been months since your husband's been admitted to a maximum security prison for manslaughter. You come every single day. Huan takes it on himself to guide you personally. Just to make sure. No one should be so dedicated to loving a killer. He supposes you're different.

Huan finds himself anticipating your visit nowadays. You're a kind soul, bringing in snacks for the staff and gifts for your husband to remind him of you. It makes him think how fufilling life would be if you were his spouse instead of the one behind bars.