At the class reunion, he had made a name for himself, with a beautiful girlfriend by his side.
She said, “Nan Xing has told me about you. If you hadn’t let him go back then, you’d be Mrs. Zhou Group today.
Thank you. You have to come to our wedding!”
I quietly hid the scars on my wrist and said woodenly, “Congratulations.”
Zhou Nanxing broke the awkward silence, his voice cool and firm: “That’s all in the past.”
On the phone, my best friend protested on my behalf: “You finally ran into him. Why didn’t you explain?”
Wrapped in my coat, I stood in the cold wind and breathed out a puff of air. “He has a girlfriend now.”
The wind stung my eyes. I blinked. “I... I’ve given up.”
It was our first meeting since we broke up, and it caught me completely off guard.
Li Yuan--------People say he is aloof and taciturn, with a pathological obsession.
“Come on, get up and eat something before going back to sleep,” the man coaxed the woman, who was wrapped up in bed like a silkworm.
He was as gentle as the moon, breathtakingly handsome, a man such as one could hardly find anywhere in the world.
“You’re sure you mean Li Yuan? My brother?” Her best friend Xiaotong stared at me in disbelief.
