Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

When Carlos left the meeting room, he took along with him the postcard that had magically changed his mood. As soon as he stepped out of the room, noisy sighs of relief filled the space; some executives almost cried out gratefully, especially the planning department.

"Phew! Thank God! We survived!" one of them exclaimed. "Not just that! Each of us gets twice our pay this month! Isn't this great?" someone responded excitedly.

Back in his office, sitting leisurely in his chair, Carlos couldn't help but re-read the words on the back of the postcard. Before he knew it, a smile had appeared on his face.

When he had finally savored the words long enough, he opened a folder on his desk and carefully put the postcard in the middle of it. It was made of poor quality paper, but it was his treasure nevertheless.

'Looks like this woman has started to take the initiative, ' he thought.

In Southon Village

It was getting dark. Debbie was jogging when she heard some noise ahead of her, which sounded like two people were having sex.

It was awkward, so she stopped her run and stayed away from them.

The reception was usually awful in the village. Unfortunately, she got signals at the spot she was at that moment and her phone started buzzing in her pocket. It was on vibration, so it didn't disturb the couple.

She hid behind a big tree to take care of the call. Panting for breath, she took out her phone and saw the familiar number.

Tears threatened to roll out of her eyes. 'This grumpy, hateful man! He has finally decided to call me!' she thought, gratified and angry. After wiping her moist eyes, she swiped her finger on the screen to answer the call, but she did not speak first. Their stupid fight was still fresh in her mind. "What are you doing?"

Carlos asked when she refused to say anything. His tone was flat. There was neither rage nor affection.

Debbie was mad because she was disappointed. This wasn't the attitude she had been expecting from him. She wanted to throw a tantrum, but she couldn't find a good excuse. "Having fun," she said, after a long pause.

Despite her sullen tone and short answer, Carlos smiled when he heard her voice. "I got it," he said.

"Huh?" She was perplexed. 'Got what?'

letter you wrote

him any love letter. This fact-twisting capitalist!' Blushing, she corrected him, "It wasn't a letter. It was a postcard." She wouldn't write him a love letter

postcards with the landscape of the village on them. She filled the little space with her scribble and had asked the young man to help her send them. Since the village was so remote, she was

Carlos, that postcard was a love letter from her, whether she admitted it

a trifling matter, he moved on. "How are you doing these days?"

to listen to the two lovebirds who seemed to have gotten more passionate. 'It's freezing cold outside. Why do they have to do it

got up and retraced the path while holding her phone to her

ten degrees below zero at night. It was so cold that

answer was more or less

hung up without another word.

it kill him

spoke

on her face. She couldn't stop thinking

"And? What was it?" she asked, trying to be patient. She was expecting a

know

to hear--to know that he cared. Her eyes reddened as she read his message. "I...I'm not okay." She missed him beyond what words

too busy

question marks flashed across

I'm not okay? What does he

I'm unhappy?! Why does he hate me

on, bothering her immensely. The more she

"Okay.

furrowed while a thousand angry exclamation marks jumped around her head. 'Aargh!

for many days in a row. The next day, the sky finally cleared up.

an old lady pick out some tea leaves. Others were playing "Drop the Handkerchief" with the children. Jared was one of them. Since

laughed while shouting, "Jared, tag Debbie! We want