When I arrived at the hotel, it was already evening, a little after ten o'clock, and she was sleeping soundly.
Looking at her sleeping face and thinking back on what I had done for her over the years, I always felt aggrieved.
But that was the first time that I no longer ignored my own feelings and faced up to the grievances I had suffered over the years. She was not worth all I had done for her.
After seeing the news about the flash flood, she asked me, "You didn't encounter the flash flood, did you?"
I drank the milk in my hand and said, "I did. I almost died there. But the rescue came in time and I survived."
She choked and paused for a moment before saying, "What? Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?"
I listened to her complaints and smiled.
"I called you, but Fitch said you were sleeping next to him."
Her face changed slightly. She stood up angrily and shouted at me, "What do you mean? You doubt me? Are you a man? You don't even trust your own woman!"
That gave her the perfect excuse to get angry, and just like before, she slammed the door and left at the slightest dissatisfaction.