"After going back, I don't want to think about anything. I'll spend a month eating well, sleeping well, and completely restoring my body."
"Then, it's about being with family." As he said this, the lines on his weathered and smoke-stained face instantly softened.
"I'll rush back before Christmas. Our family has already planned to return to the farm in Montana this year and spend Christmas with my parents. Winters there have fireplaces, pine trees, roasted turkey, and... family."
He closed his eyes as if he could see that scene, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
"For these several tens of days, I've been deliberately hiding my longing, afraid to think about it. Because I know, in a place like this, longing is a 'poison' that drains your willpower."
"But now, I can't hold it anymore... I miss my wife, miss the coffee she brews, miss her whispers in my ear before sleep. And my two little ones..."
