When he was almost out of breath, he finally put the book aside and went back to the room to check on her again. He only returned to the living room after he was sure that she had not kicked the blanket off.
The oil lamp went out, and it was dark all around. He took out a cigarette and stood under the window. He took out a match and lit the cigarette with a weak light.
The flickering flame rose with the smoke, occasionally illuminating his face.
It was still snowing heavily outside the window. Tomorrow, they had to go deep into the mountains to test the operation of the Tower Foundation, and the mountain road would be difficult to walk on.
He leaned against the window and finished the whole cigarette. Then, he sneakily disposed of the cigarette butt, went back to the sofa, lay down, covered himself with the quilt, and slowly fell asleep.