It was midnight when he returned to his residence.
The door to the unlit room was half open, revealing billowing darkness. He hesitated for a few seconds, then finally reached out and pushed open the door, submerging himself into the thick and deep black.
There is no one in the room. Only the faint fragrance of turmeric flowers is floating in the large room. The glass door of the balcony is wide open, and the wind carries more fragrance of flowers. He had always disliked the smell, finding it biting to the bone, but tonight, the smell also gave him a chill. He thought that she might not be here, and then he remembered that the radio said there would be heavy rain tonight, so he strode forward to close the glass door. The white gauze covering the glass was fluttered by the wind, confusing people's eyes. He stretched out his hand to wrap the white gauze behind him, and then he saw someone sitting on the bamboo lounge chair.
Outside the balcony, the lights dimmed one after another.
In the dimness, there is him, there is her, there is a glass of wine, an poured wine bottle...
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