The cigarette smoke curled upward.
Wu Jie smoked sullenly, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Ten days!
It had been a whole ten days without contact.
If there was ever a call, it was just for routine work arrangements.
No warmth or inquiry into well-being, no care or greeting.
It was as if having Wu Jie as a husband didn't matter at all.
Had he really been at fault in this cold war?
Even if he wasn't, it surely shouldn't always be him initiating contact, offering warmth or asking questions, right?
Wu Jie, who had never dated or been married before, always found relationship problems headache-inducing.
He pinched out the cigarette butt and started packing up.
He had spent a week in this testing building, living a monk-like existence.
Eating work meals, sleeping in the main computer room, and occasionally taking a shower.