At the entrance of the apartment, the man sighed heavily and then opened the door of the adjacent apartment.
Though only a wall separated them, in his heart it felt like a thousand mountains and rivers, lacking the sense of reality by not being with his wife and daughter.
Lin Mubai sat alone in solitude on the sofa in the living room, then sighed deeply and walked tiredly into the bathroom.
"Heaven, when will my wife finally forgive me."
After all, no one could answer this question for him, so he could only continue to struggle.
By the next day, that man filled with despondency had disappeared. When he knocked on the door of the adjacent apartment, it was Aunt Fu who answered. Seeing him, she wore a smile mixed with guilt: "Mu Bai, Nannan's character is just like that, you've recently been wronged."
