France, in the afternoon of a snowy day...
The snow had stopped, and on the main street, you could see couples coming and going, each wrapped tightly with scarves and masks, passing by in a hurry.
Xiao Mo sat in the café, quietly looking outside through the glass window.
Funny enough, she found herself degenerated to the point where she was watching her husband to see if he was having an affair!
Perhaps it wasn't just funny, it was more pitiful.
She drank cup after cup of coffee, until she felt nauseated, yet saw nothing, not even a glimpse of Monica. In such cold weather, how could he possibly be wandering outside?
She waited with great patience.
After five o'clock in the afternoon, the workday ended, and employees walked out of the building one by one, each moving quickly. In this bitter winter, everyone wanted to return to the warmth of their homes as soon as possible.
