C339 A Mess

“Wow, your home's style is really unique!” Yann Qiai teased, trying to cover her own unease. “I heard your wife passed away two years ago. Aren't you afraid she'll come looking for you at night with all these photos of her around?”

“I actually hope she does come find me at night,” Yan Zhimo replied with a half-smile.

“Doesn't it creep you out to see them every day?” she asked