"Perhaps," sighed Annie, holding her head in one hand and shaking her red wine glass in the other, "when I went back to my apartment exhausted after a busy day, looking at the empty room, I always felt a sense of emptiness in my heart, and I didn't even understand the meaning of my existence in the world.

at this time, I would like to think that if someone is waiting for me to come back, maybe the apartment is no longer a place to stay, but a home... "

" Annie, maybe what I said will make you feel that it's not painful to stand and talk, but I...