Although there are many things on the coffee table in front of me, I don’t dare to take them away. I have to make an excuse to go to the toilet , and then walk to the supermarket and ask him: What do you want to eat?

He replied, "Depends on what you want to give me.".

Shit.

The word came out to my heart for the first time, but I didn't have the courage to send it. I just stood in the supermarket and chose what he might eat.

When I went downstairs, I saw his car parked on one side with double flashing lights. I looked around and...