"Oh, woman, you offended me and stole my things, how dare you run away without saying a word, what do you think of me, the Third Young Master?" The man's peach-blossom eyes were half closed, covering his deep eyes, looking at a set of ambiguous photos being played on the TV, outlining a bloodthirsty arc, "Escaped from the country? It doesn't matter, he will always come back. I didn't say stop, how can I stop."
Five years later, when he heard the woman's voice again, the man smiled playfully and said, "Welcome back, the game continues."