I can see a countdown to death above everyone's head. And my wife, Fu Yue Xuan, is going to die today. For ten years, she kept up the pretense that she couldn't have children. But today, she brought home a five-year-old child, along with her beloved first love. She came clean, while the elders gathered around to urge me to be magnanimous. "Qing Yu, Yue Xuan hasn't had it easy. Women always want children, after all. Just think of him as an extra son. There's nothing wrong with that." I looked at the countdown ticking rapidly above her head: [00:01:30]. I said softly, "This child of uncertain origin..."
