She lifted her left leg and touched around her achilles’ heel. She could feel her rough skin instead of the bandaid she put on during the day.

No wonder it hurt. Haneul took off her heels and picked them up. Maybe she should get them fixed.

She got off the elevator. She inputted the passcode for the door and went inside. An unfamiliar pair of trainers was there. Haneul put her heels next to those trainers and set foot in the living room.

The first thing she saw was the neatly cleaned table. The living room sofa and table had been neatly cleaned as well.

He really was quite obsessed with cleanliness, alright. She took a sip of water before going inside the bedroom.

Her husband had fallen asleep with a book in his hand. It seemed he had been dragged to dreamland while he was reading a book while in bed. She put the book on the bedside table and changed her clothes.

After she took a shower and came back, she saw her husband greet her with a sleepy face.

“You’re here.”

“I came back a while ago. You should get some sleep, you must be tired.”

She sat down at the makeup desk and sprayed some facial mist. She could see the reflection of her husband through the mirror. He was blinking as though he was t...