The same dark and alone home that greeted him just like it was greeting him for months now. The darkness has become his companion in his solitude. The seclusion which he asked for himself was killing him like a slow poison but he was not even allowed to cry for relief. His heavy heart day by day giving up on him like he was also angry with him for his doings.
Losing himself in the cruelty of his own, he stood on the door of his house for a while before opening the door of his house where all the fond memories of his love life existed even after months of separation. He opened the door and as soon as he switched on the first light of the drawing-room, he heard the voice of his love which he desperately wanted to hear every day, every second of his life.
"Welcome back home, Xian ge! How are you doing these days?"
He stood frozen as soon as he heard the harsh voice of his love calling him from inside his house. Was he dreaming about it?