Naosan, the married woman living next door, was subjected to domestic violence by her husband every night. I could always hear her sobbing, followed by moans of reconciliation sex... Even so, Naosan would always smile apologetically, and that's what made me like her. And tonight, another argument between them echoed through the walls, but something seemed different this time… When I went outside, there she was, dressed lightly and crying in the cold night air. I hurriedly invited her into my room as she shivered alone.
