After the incident where he accidentally found Yan Jihuan on his bed, Jin Renguang had sworn upon his dignity that he wouldn't drink anymore for the rest of his life. However, that night after returning home, he did. What dignity did he have left?
The house still had residual warmth and vitality in it. The dishes which Jin Renguang had only done halfway before Yan Jihuan suddenly screamed for help still piled up messily in the sink, the colorful ball of yarns she was planning to knit for their future children spread out on the table, heaps of baby clothes, toys and the baby room which Jin Renguang still hesitated on whether to paint in soft blue or mint green…
He stood on the doorway and memories of the past few months came rushing back like a tsunami, inducing another earth shattering headache. He left the dishes alone, threw the yarns into the trash bin and swept their wedding photos down. Only then could he feel like breathing again.
