Wubai stayed downstairs in the little villa, sitting in the car, smoking silently. Several times he thought about opening the door to go home, but ultimately held back.
Now with a woman missing at home, it felt so empty, not at all like home. He would rather sleep in the car for a night than be reminded of the scenery and feel sad inside.
He touched his prickly beard, murmuring to himself with a hint of a smile: The beard is poking me now, if Little Ai were here, she'd definitely pull me to shave it off.
She was the most caring and attentive. Ever since living together, he never had to worry about anything in life, but now, Wubai laughed at himself: Little Ai, a man without a woman is a mess, can you bear seeing me like this?
After taking a few more puffs, he lowered the seat, gazed at the starry sky outside the car window, turned sideways, and closed his eyes.
Come back, without a woman, it's not a home, you know?
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