Today, Eileen came back unusually early. I hadn't slept yet, and I heard the sound of her opening the door, as well as her intermittent sobbing.

I opened the bedroom door and saw Eileen wiping her eyes and running back to her room.

To be honest, although I had been with her for over three years, I had never understood her. Until today, I didn't know what job she had or who she interacted with. Only when we met in the living room at dusk every day, could I tell from her appearance that she earned a good income.

I sighed and closed the door, thinking, “No matter what, we won't have any connection soon.”