Li Yeqi took a deep drag of his cigarette, then turned his head to look at the swing outside the front door, "Wife, the swing has been lonely for too long, waiting for you to come back."
The deep voice lingered in her ears as though he were whispering right beside her. Yan Luoxi's ears turned so red they were almost bleeding. This man, always beating around the bush to say he missed her—couldn't he just be more straightforward?
"I'll come back once work is over."
She wanted to become the best person she could, to stand alongside him. Thus, enduring the yearning of separation and the loneliness on the path to success were burdens she had to bear.
Li Yeqi sighed deeply. It seemed that, in his wife's eyes, work was more important than he was. He didn't want to seem so clingy, but tonight he missed her especially.
"Wife, I'll wait for you to come back."
