They argued—argued really fiercely.

His wife slammed the door and left…

He sat at home, stubbornly refusing to admit it.
In his heart, he also thought:
“Go if you want—I’m not going to chase.”

The moment the door closed,
the whole house suddenly went quiet..

After a few minutes,
he couldn’t sit still anymore and started thinking:
“It’s so cold outside.”
“She’s a long-distance bride.”

There’s no family home here, and not many friends either.
When she left, she didn’t even take her bag.

He held his phone, hesitated for a long time.
He finally sent a message, like he’d made up his mind:
“It’s too cold. Go back home.”
“The key is still in the door—I’m going out.”

After sending it, he went out himself.
He wandered around the residential area alone…

Not long after, he received a reply from his wife:
“Get back here.”

He said that when he saw that line,
he laughed.

They fought again this day—
and it was his turn to run out of the house…

Back then his wife was pregnant.
Every day right after work,
he washed clothes, cooked meals, cleaned the floor, and did all kinds of chores.

By the time he was done, it was already past 9 p.m…

He told his wife he wanted to play a game for a bit.
His wife said:
“Stop playing—just keep me company.”

He said:
“Wait until I finish this match.”

His wife wasn’t happy:
“One match after another.”
“Is gaming more important than me?”

The two kept getting louder as they argued.
The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt. He thought:
“Every day I go to work. When I get home, I cook and do chores.
My whole paycheck gets handed over.”

He doesn’t smoke, and he doesn’t drink either.
He just wanted to play a game for a bit—
but why was that also not allowed?

The more he got angry, the more he suddenly stood up,
“Bang!”—he slammed the door and ran out.

Right when he ran out!
He was still thinking:
“This time, it’s your turn to come find me.”

But then… one minute, two minutes, five minutes…
Nobody came looking.

The longer he waited, the more uncomfortable he became, and his mind started running wild.
“Why doesn’t she come find me?”
“Does she even care about me at all?”

The more he thought, the more wronged he felt—
and a grown man,
squatting in a corner of the residential area, actually cried.

Later he said:
“That day I cried really badly.”
“The more I cried, the more I felt sorry for myself.”

After who knows how long,
he saw a familiar figure—his wife.
She was holding her belly,
searching building by building,
calling his name as she looked.

He had actually seen her long ago—he just deliberately didn’t say a word.
He wanted to see if she would keep searching.

Finally, his wife spotted him and ran over.
She grabbed him in a tight hug and cried harder than he did.
While crying, she said:
“I’m sorry.”
“From now on, if you want to play games, I won’t complain.”

He said that at that moment,
all the resentment disappeared.

Later, he once asked his wife:
“That day I ran out—why didn’t you stop me?”

His wife froze for a second, then smiled and replied:
“I was completely stunned back then.”
“You’re such a big-macho type.”
“How would I know you’d run out on your own?”

He said, looking back now.
Actually, in those two fights,
nobody won!

It was just that the two of them—
each of them was unwilling to truly lose the other.

In the blink of an eye,
they’ve been married for thirteen years.
Even now, when they occasionally talk about things like this,
the two of them still laugh.

If it were you, during a fight, would you wait for the other person to be the first to lower their head, or would you take the initiative to go find them?