Married for six years, my husband Zhou Cheng has a weird habit. Every late night, he doesn't sleep, standing alone on the balcony, holding a telescope for watching stars, aiming at the building opposite, looking for two hours straight. I asked him what he was looking at. He said, watching stars. I believed it. Until that midnight. He arched his back, leaning close in front of that astronomical telescope. The tripod supporting it, the lens barrel tilted sharply downward, aiming precisely at the building opposite.