Qiu Jingwen said softly, reaching out to wipe away the tears from his wife's eyes.

Qiu Jingwen was worried that the noise was too loud and that his son, Qiu Yang, would hear it.

Because he was certain that although his son was sleeping in the same bed as Qiu Shou, his mind must be in turmoil, and it was impossible for him to fall asleep so quickly.

Jiang Yuping said in a low voice:

"Jingwen, I'm really scared. I'm afraid that we won't have many more chances to be together in the future, and that our family will never be able to get together again."

Jiang Yuping whispered softly as tears streamed down her face.

She knew in her heart that she had murdered the barber Liu Han. Although the old man was a heinous Kuomintang agent and a hostile spy, she had still killed someone and was a murderer. She pretended to be calm, but fear and anxiety were always with her.

This fear and anxiety, like a hibernating snake, awakens silently at night, taking over and devouring their bodies and souls, both during the day in the office, in the workshop, and at work.

Therefore, Qiu Jingwen only takes the initiative to reciprocate when his wife initiates intimacy.

The moonlight outside the window seemed to penetrate everything, instantly becoming brighter and whiter.

By the moonlight streaming through the window, Jiang Yuping gazed at her husband's handsome face, feeling a surge of emotion.

This handsome face has been with her for over twenty years.

Jiang Yuping even briefly recalled her chance encounter with Qiu Jingwen in Shanghai.

It was that chance encounter that brought them together.

"Jingwen, do you still remember the first time we met in Shanghai?"

“Yuping, how could I not remember? It all feels like it happened yesterday. I remember that autumn, you were wearing a Lenin suit, with two pigtails on your head and glasses. You were so cute. You were a ray of light in my eyes and in my life afterward. I felt like I had met a goddess.”

Qiu Jingwen used the words "super cute" and "goddess" not as an exaggeration or flattery, but as his true feeling at the time.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuping burst out laughing.

"Is it true? You see me as a goddess? Am I a ray of light in your life?"

"That's why I dared to write to you later."

"At that time, you were the most handsome boy I had ever seen, and I felt like I had found my Prince Charming."

At this point, Jiang Yuping's thoughts suddenly shifted, and she asked in a low voice:

"Jingwen, when you came in after taking a shower, did you lock the bedroom door?"

"Yes, it's plugged in."

"Yes, just plug it in. I'm afraid my son will hear us talking."

Qiu Jingwen did not respond further, but glanced outside.

Outside the window,

The moonlight is like water.

The sunlight streaming into the bedroom created a sense of coldness and melancholy.

It eliminated much of the summer's original sweltering heat and irritability.

Qiu Jingwen stared at the ceiling under the moonlight and suddenly felt like crying.

A happy family life, a respectable and enviable workplace and job, will be completely destroyed because of a special identity.