Time is like a white horse standing in the sunset, gently shaking off its long mane, and a day has passed...

Pick up my son from school, cook dinner for my wife and son, tell him stories, watch cartoons with him, and then coax him to sleep...

After doing all these things, Scott Smith hugged his pillow and quietly retreated from Alice Jones's boudoir. From tonight on, they officially stopped sleeping in the same bed. Yesterday was just a prelude.

The door closed gently, Alice Jones put down the magazine in her hand, looked at the empty door, sighed softly, and turned off the light.

It was just past midnight,...