He pretended to not hear the sounds of her frantic attempts to pry the door open as he walked straight up the stairs and up to the second floor.
Back in his bedroom, he laid limply on the bed and silently stared at the ceiling for some time. He reached his arm out and blindly felt for the ashtray and lighter on the coffee table. He lit a cigarette. Just as he did in the past, he didn't smoke it but silently enjoyed the burning smell of tobacco.
When the cigarette was about to burn out, he sat up and looked for his phone. He gave Zhang Sao a call, who was currently on holiday.
"Come back early... On your way back, stop by the mall and buy some women's clothes in size Small. Yes, the smallest size... Also, are there oats at home? If there aren't any, remember to buy some. Come back and make some oatmeal congee; it's her favorite... Oh right, she's in the gym..."
