The man reached out, ready to throw out the drunkard who had barged into his room. Before his hand grabbed the woman's collar, she suddenly reached out and hugged his waist tightly.
"Baby Yu, I miss you."
"Baby Yu, do you know I've been looking for you for two months?"
"I'm not the only one looking. Many people have been looking for you for months."
"I dream of you every night. I dream of you sinking into the river and telling me how cold it is. I dream of you telling me that you're waiting for me to find you."
The drunk woman's voice was low with a hint of sobbing. It made one's heart ache.
The man's hand stopped in mid-air. He was only wearing a cotton shirt and felt his chest soaked in something warm. Only then did he realize that the woman in his arms was crying.
He did not like strangers getting close to him. He truly hated this kind of intimate touch.
