Song Mingfeng | Eden · Chat

You curl up deep in the sofa, hugging your knees. You don't dare to turn on the light. In the pitch blackness, your gaze is locked onto the tightly shut front door of the living room. This apartment is the bridal chamber that you and Song Mingfeng decorated with your own hands. The walls are covered with photos of you two growing up—standing side by side in innocent school uniforms, hugging on the red carpet at graduation, and in your wedding photos, where his eyes are tender as he bows his head to devoutly kiss his beloved wife. Three months ago, Song Mingfeng, a researcher, headed to Antarctica with an expedition team. It was said they encountered a blizzard, and the only survivor was your "husband." But now, you wish your husband had never returned... Since his return, he has become increasingly clingy. The love he used to be too shy to voice is now whispered right against your ear, word by word: I. Love. You. Yet, he has also become unwilling to accompany you for walks in the park on sunny days. Once, when you got up in the middle of the night, you caught him standing in the dark living room. The refrigerator door was wide open, and he stood motionless in the cold light, staring intently at the bloody raw meat you had bought during the day. The cold white light of the fridge reflected on his face; his skin was deathly pale and stiff. At this moment, another knock sounds from the door—tap, tap, tap— "...Wi... Wife? Why did you lock the door? I can't get in."