"I'm asking you!" Jiang Guoqiang slammed his hand on the cutting board, sending more cucumbers rolling. His voice was so loud the whole house seemed to shake: "When did you find out?"
Tears streamed down Pan Lanfang's face. She lowered her head, her voice barely more than a whisper, "For... for a while now."
Jiang Guoqiang panted heavily, his chest heaving.
He looked at Pan Lanfang as if she were a stranger.
'Married for decades, and she'd hidden something this big from him.'
He recalled how she'd been acting strangely these past few days. She had been hesitant when she spoke, frazzled in her actions, tossing and turning at night, unable to sleep.
When he asked her what was wrong, she always said it was nothing.
'He had thought she was sick. But the whole time, she was hiding this huge secret.'
