Grateful to Everyone.

Never before had I wished so desperately for time to fly, so these seven dangerous days could pass in the blink of an eye. So far, only our family and coworkers knew about this. I didn't even dare post anything on my social media, afraid that wishing him safety too soon would somehow make the worst come true. Wenzhou had been hit by a typhoon a few days ago. Watching the violent wind and torrential rain outside, then turning to look at him in the hospital bed, covered in monitoring lines, I silently thought, As long as you're well, my world will be filled with sunshine, green grass, and flying orioles.

It was the seventh day. His condition was fairly stable. Aside from being treated as a cautionary example and visited every day for being too fat; having to watch his diet because of his high blood pressure, high blood lipids, and high blood sugar, bringing his happy days of feasting and drinking to an end; suffering through the miserable days when I would sit in front of him and eat delicious food whenever I felt like it; being intensely envious of the children in the neighboring beds who ran all over the place as soon as their surgeries were over because he couldn't get out of bed; and having his greatest wish be to sit on the toilet and have a really satisfying bowel movement, he could still eat, drink, chat, think about this and that, and look forward to the New Year. I felt it was time to thank everyone.

Thank you all. I don't usually go online or read books, and I don't really know how to use my husband's author account. I used my phone to browse and type, and wanted to reply to everyone's comments,