Whenever I got bored at home, I'd open a game and play a few rounds. Gradually, the weariness bottled up inside me would fade away. But who could have imagined that my wife's words, “All you do is play games. You have no idea what being busy even means,” would strike through my peace like a bolt of lightning? In that instant, anger and resentment surged in my heart. So I decided to turn those feelings into motivation, pick up a pen, and write a novel to prove what “being busy” really meant.
