A feeling of wanting to cry lingers in my mind, but after all, I am a big man, and in the traffic, even if all the windows are closed, I also feel that crying in the car is a very difficult behavior to understand.

I drove home again.

I couldn't help but close the door and cry.

It's really upsetting.

When I came back to my home, it was still like that, and the chaos was still present when I left.

The desks in the study are cluttered with cigarette lighters and brushed cups. On the balcony, the notebooks are still open, the power is not cut off, the bathroom...