Xie Limo's slender figure leaned back on the chair. He closed his eyes to take a quick nap, but his mind was filled with Yun Bixue's silhouette. He was already used to having her at home—used to feeling her presence and seeing traces of her around.
He didn't think much about this before, but he could now understand how she felt waiting for him to return home every day. This feeling of emptiness and worry—is this how she felt each day?
The more he thought about it, the more self-blame filled him, his guilt consuming him. From now on, he would do his best to return home earlier.
Now that he had been in Yun Bixue's shoes—experienced the anxiousness of waiting for someone—he started to empathize and be aware of the unease his own wife felt.
No matter what weather it was, she always left the lights on. No matter how tired she was or how late he came back, she never questioned and doubted him. She only showed him understanding and consideration.
