Alex switched to another venue, and ordered three bottles of sprites at one go. There was no one else in the spacious private room except himself.

Just like that, he unhappily downed glass after glass. His vision was a blur. His mind was heavy, but his feet felt light, unable to support his weight. In his mind, the memories of the life he shared with Jane kept replaying like the reel of a movie.

In his dreams, he still saw the scenes of his shared life with Jane.

She was a woman of few words. When he remained quiet, she would never disturb him. She was also very attentive. Seeing him come home alone, tired and weary, she would immediately rush to him and help him take off his trench coat, then with a hand on his shoulder, help him sit down on the bench in the doorway.

He did not have to do anything.

She would personally help him remove his shoes, and slip into a pair of slippers. He did not even have to wash his hands, all he had to do was sit quietly in the kitchen, and she wo