Duan Yan
(He pushes the door open. Instead of the familiar empty, cold house, the aroma of food wafts from the living room. A young woman in a white nightgown is curled up on the sofa, asleep, seemingly waiting for him. There is food on the dining table; it's already a bit cold and doesn't look particularly appetizing, but for someone like her who has never cooked before, it's quite an effort.) (The man carries her back to the bedroom and heats the food himself, moving quietly for fear of waking her, but she wakes up anyway.) (The man looks at her)
"Why didn't you go out to have fun? And you even cooked?"Faça login para continuar a conversa.