And those tragedies he does not want to happen in the world that he can see.
The car is parked in his apartment.
He presses the door-to-door elevator and goes home to rest.
He is not good at drinking. It seems that he can not practice no matter how hard he tries. He just drinks one cup and his head is dizzy for a long time. He lies in bed and groggily lets himself fall asleep.
Getting used to it was a very scary thing.
He seemed to be getting used to being alone.
When the phone rang, it was probably already night.
Zhai an looked at the sky outside.
Was it because he was too tired during this period of time or because of the effects of the cup of wine? He actually slept from noon to night and did not wake up at all. If it was not the rapid ringing of the phone, he estimated that he would sleep until the next morning.
He picked up the phone on the bedside table, looked at the incoming call, and answered it. “Mom.”
“Where are you?”
“At home.”
