Fu Qinghan had just slipped the engagement ring onto my finger.
His fingertips were still warm from making ginger tea.
I turned toward the clinic's supply cabinet,
wanting to grab a thermometer.
But my hand touched a hardcover photo album.
I opened to the first page.
There was a picture of him with Lin Xiao.
The shirt he was wearing
was the matching couple's style I'd bought last week.
The pearl pin I'd given him was still clipped to his collar.
At the back of the album,
there was a pregnancy test report.
My name was on it.
The date was seven days before my hospital visit.
Footsteps came from the doorway.
He walked in carrying the ginger tea,
smiling as he asked why I'd frozen.
The hand clutching the report was shaking.
I didn't know whether to ask him about the photo
or about this result from earlier that day.
