Ming Mei asked Xizeer, "What kind of girl do you like?"
Xizeer didn't brush off the question this time. He thought seriously, "Probably a woman who can give me warmth, make me comfortable, and let me feel love from her."
Ming Mei felt a pang of sadness; at the end of the day, Xizeer still lacked warmth and love.
Ming Mei pinched Xizeer's cheek, "You will. You're so excellent; you will definitely meet her, definitely."
It was late. Ming Mei chatted with Xizeer for a while, feeling a bit sleepy, so Xizeer saw her off.
After sending Ming Mei off, Xizeer turned off the computer and lay on the bed.
Then, he couldn't sleep.
Xizeer got up, pulled open the curtains, and sat on the window sill, gazing at the night outside. He didn't turn on the light; his heart felt empty, and even he wasn't sure what he was thinking.
Suddenly feeling a bit agitated, Xizeer opened a drawer, unlocked a hidden compartment inside, and took out a cigarette and a lighter.
