The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the empty streets as Wei made his way home. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of his recent battles pressing down on him. The adrenaline had faded, leaving behind a profound emptiness that seemed to echo the loss of Mei Lan.
As he entered his house, the familiar surroundings felt foreign and cold. The silence was suffocating, amplifying the loneliness that clung to him. He passed by the dining room where they used to share laughter over meals, and the living room that felt like a ghost of its former self.
With a heavy heart, Wei made his way to his room. The walls, once a sanctuary of warmth and comfort, now seemed to close in around him. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the empty space beside him where Mei Lan used to sit. It felt like an insurmountable chasm, a reminder of everything he had lost.
