The next day.
Early in the morning.
Muted sounds of people talking drifted up as they passed by the window.
"Old Li, going to work?"
"That's right."
"Do you know who was playing the piano last night?"
"Oh, you heard that too?"
"Of course, it was such a joy listening to it."
"When I finished listening to it, it felt like I still hadn't had enough."
"Could it be that piano teacher in our district who played it?
"I don't think so, the direction of the music didn't seem to come from his house.
"That's strange then, did someone new move in?"
"Maybe it's some master pianist."
In the room.
Zhang Ye had already woken up. He stretched and let out a loud yawn. This night of sleep felt very nice. He flipped onto his side and flopped his arm down but was met with nothing. He patted the empty blanket and realized that there was no one there anymore.
Eh?
Where did my wife go to?
