Every time Chen Gang asked her not to leave, he would linger for a few minutes, but it never occurred to him that her husband was waiting for her at home, almost driven to rage, knowing exactly where his wife had gone, what she had done, who she had been with. Fully aware that he was giving her one last chance, waiting for her to return with a reasonable explanation. Yet he waited in vain, unable to fathom where she had gone or what she had been up to all night. His heart grew heavier with each passing moment, but why did she seem completely indifferent to his anguish?