Fu Zhimei hasn't come back to dinner for a long time since the last party.

habit is a very strange thing. Suddenly, no one rushes to eat spareribs with me, no one complains about my dishes as usual, no one always gets hot when I wash dishes, and no one complains that I haven't prepared fruit when I haven't finished washing dishes.

Another Friday's dinner, Monday. Personal holding flat panel watching the play, eating dinner, especially lonely.

Sitting on the carpet, eating your favorite orange, huh? Yiyi's phone,

"Hello?"

"Star Moon, do you want to come out and play?"

"It's cold outside."

"We're at the bar. Are you coming? Let's...