After the meal, Wing still wanted to wash the dishes, and Robert could not persuade him. Finally, they simply washed the dishes together. The small room was full of laughter, and seemed very warm.

At this time, James and Nicolas had been living together for more than five months. From the beginning, they liked each other, but now they are quarrelling all the time. It must be admitted that Nicolas was a good lover, but by no means a good sweetheart. James had long been indulged by Wing. Originally, He was a young master, and later he was with Wing and Wing treated him like a master before, while Nicolas demanded equality in everything. Nicolas either asked him to do it or they did it together.

What made James even angrier was that Nicolas had given him too much restraint, almost choking him. As long as he did not answer a phone call from Nicolas, Nicolas would always lose his temper with him for whatever reason, and then James would buy expensive luxury goods to please him. At first, they could also say that this represented a kind of emotional appeal, and he could tolerate it. However, as time went by, he became more and more irritated. Nicolas's practice of asking him for money in disguised form was really too ugly for him to accept. What Nicolas did was obviously telling him that he was with him for money. Although this was very normal, he was also aware of it. However, what Nicolas did was too obvious and really made him feel sick. The number of times he returned to Nicolas's apartment began to decrease. Sometimes, he would rather sleep in a hotel or work all night in the company.

He also missed Wing, or we could say that he missed Wing very much. However, he did not know what to say or how to do it. He did not even know how to face Wing. It was he who abandoned his lover who had been in love for ten years and drove him out of the house in that icy night. How did he still have the face to go back? Therefore, he was waiting for Wing to find him. He thought that Wing would stick to him and begged him not to leave. Wing should give him a face and then he would return to Wing's side. After that, they could still be the same as before. This time, he would cherish Wing and would never abandon him again. But to his surprise, Wing did not respond to him.

This was the 15th time James had driven car to the apartment building in which Wing lived this month. The window of the house was still dark, and James felt a little uneasy about it. He couldn't stand such a situation any longer. He opened the car door and went upstairs, his hand resting on the closed door. He was very hesitant. Finally, he took out the key. His hands trembled a little and he could not get into the keyhole in the first time. He gently opened the door. The room was dark and he could not see anything. He raised his hand to turn on the light, only to find that there was no electricity. Shocked, he turned on his cellphone's flashlight and quickly walked into the room. Everything in the room was exactly the same as when he left, except that it lacked the smell of Wing. At this point, the dust had covered the smell of Wing. This was no longer his familiar warm home, but just a house, a cold residence.

Wing's mobile phone and his bank card were still on the table. At this point, James felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, his heart seemed to be kneaded into a ball. Wing didn't take his cell phone or his money. Where could he go? Wing knew nothing and couldn't do anything. How should he live alone? Wing was really a stubborn person. Why didn't Wing listen to him and accept the money? Why didn't he take his cell phone with him?

Nothing was lost in the room, except that Wing's clothes were gone when James opened the wardrobe. It told him very clearly that Wing had really gone.

James felt a little nervous about this. He grabbed Wing's cell phone and quickly walked out of the house. He felt a little suffocated and out of breath. He did not dare to look back at the house at a glance, much less stay in it. There was no smell of Wing, Wing was gone, and really left him. He always thought that Wing was angry with him. At most, when he came back to apologize, Wing would forgive him. He thought that whenever he could admit his mistake, Wing would be behind him. He always thought Wing had never left him. Even if he had a lover outside now, he thought Wing would still wait for him obediently. Ten years, they had been together for ten years. He had long been accustomed to Wing being by his side, so that he felt that what he did was not too much, so that he felt that Wing would connive at everything he did, so that he thought Wing would wait for him to come back. However, the empty house gave him a loud slap and told him that he was dreaming. It made him realize what an asshole he had done, something the ordinary person would never forgive. How could he take everything for granted, thinking that Wing would be here all the time waiting for him to come home?

The sparking lights shone in the night, and James held the smoke between his bony fingers. He flicked the ash and gave a long sigh. He drove to the seaside, where the sea breeze mixed with salty and wet seawater made him sleepy. He put down the car seat and lay on it.