Everything about "home" flashed through his mind...
In the spacious living room, the television was playing the scene from Shuiyue Dongtian where Doudou shattered the Blood Ruyi, freezing all of Shuiyue Dongtian.
In the tidy kitchen, clean bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged in the cupboards.
In the cozy bedroom, the bedding was neatly folded, and the computer on the desk beside the bed was playing the scene from Happy Planet where Lele entered Happy Planet.
Many clothes hung on the drying rack outside the balcony, swaying gently in the wind...
It was a perfectly normal, ordinary home, but he kept feeling an indescribable sense that something was wrong...
He soon realized what it was. There seemed to be no one in this home except him. The kitchen had all sorts of utensils, bowls, and chopsticks, but no food, not even a bag of rice. Who knew how long the clothes hanging outside the balcony had been dry? Exposed to wind and sun, they had already lost the texture of fabric. The shows playing in the living room and bedroom seemed more like an attempt to create the illusion that "someone was home."
He seemed to feel the house's indifference. Lost and bewildered, he looked at everything like a child who had lost his way.
His eyes grew a little moist, and an aching bitterness spread through his heart. But at that very moment, he suddenly understood the source of that dissonance-there was a home here, or at least something like one, but not a single person!
Rather than a "home," this place was more like a cage, a prison, a kind of... exile cut off from the world!
"Boom-"
The images flashing through his mind vanished, and his attention returned to the rust-covered iron door before him. The rust