The day I received the news of Xu Mo's death, I was ironing my husband's white shirt.
I met a strange woman at the funeral, and she gave me a stack of yellowed letters: "I found these after he died. They are all addressed to you."
When we first met him at an art exhibition ten years ago, his eyes were burning: "You have fire in your eyes, you shouldn't be trapped behind glass."
Her husband Lin Shen is gentle and considerate, but Xu Mo is like strong wine burning his throat.
"Don't touch me, Xu Mo." I pushed him away in the car on a rainy night, "I have a husband."
He burst into tears with laughter: "I know, I just want to see how long this fire... Can burn."
The next day I tore up all the letters, but found his last note in the trash can: "Wan, forgive me for being greedy, I want to see the fire in your eyes, even if I am the one who gets burned."
Purpose: Care and choice in extramarital affairs