He sat by the dining table, eating elegantly, yet he couldn't taste the food at all.
After finishing the meal, he returned to the room, greeted by a room filled with darkness.
If it were usual times when Alice was there, the room would definitely be lit. She would either be waiting for him on the sofa after her bath or leaning against the headboard reading a book.
Upon seeing him return to the room, she would always beam like a joyful little bird, rushing to his side on the first occasion…
He didn't turn on the light and sat on the sofa in the room.
This was his first night back from the hospital, and it was so cold.
The doctor had advised against smoking, yet he couldn't control himself and lit a cigarette.
Taking a drag, the cigarette burned slowly between his fingers.
It was as if he could still hear Alice's voice at his ear...
Brother, the doctor said you shouldn't smoke.
