Ouyang Lei signaled his two companions to continue their watch, while he quietly slipped off the roof and headed straight for the room of the innkeeper's wife, Lady Zhong.
Once under the windowsill, Ouyang Lei moistened a fingertip and poked a hole in the paper window. Inside, he saw Lady Zhong in the arms of a man of about thirty, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Where have you been all this time? What took you so long? I've been so scared..."
"I was afraid people would discover our affair and bring you harm, so I went into hiding for a while." After gently comforting Lady Zhong, the man added, "How is our child? Does he give you any trouble?"
"Little Hao is fine. He's a very good boy." Lady Zhong wiped her tears, pulling the man to the edge of the bed to look at the sleeping child.
The baby was only a few months old, fair-skinned and chubby.
The man's face was filled with love as he gazed at the sleeping child.
