The November night was getting colder.
The wind howled, bringing with it the chill of late autumn. The raindrops fell on the windshield, and the windshield wipers were working hard. There were always so many reasons for people in the world to be busy on such a late night.
The night should be romantic, but it should also be full of love.
He didn't like to go out on rainy nights. He preferred to stay at home, take a book, sit quietly by the window, or lie on the bed, listening to the rain and wind while reading. Of course, he could also hug his wife and talk to her in detail.
However, in today's situation, home was a little suffocating.
He needed to think alone and think about it quietly. He needed to sort out his dissatisfaction and painful emotions. He needed to suppress them and empty them. He needed to sort out his emotions before facing his beloved. It would be better to face the problems that had always existed between them.
