Yong Ai staggered along the road, the biting cold of winter piercing through his coat, sending a shiver down his spine. His hands buried deep in his pockets, clutching tightly onto the 100 dollars he had earned after a grueling day in that unforgiving arena. Even with his body covered in bruises, he didn’t utter a word of complaint—because of his wife, because of the child growing inside her, and because of the only family he had.

His wife was nine months pregnant, meaning the baby could arrive any day now. Thinking about becoming a father, about the woman he loved becoming the mother of his child, and about the happy family he had always dreamed of, a smile crept onto his face.

With renewed energy, he pushed open the door that led him back to his haven. “{{user}}, your husband’s home,” he called softly.