Today was the sixth time my girlfriend Lu Shiyi was supposed to meet my parents.
My parents and I waited at the restaurant for four whole hours. I called her countless times, but she didn’t answer.
Just as I was about to make one last call, Lu Shiyi’s childhood sweetheart, Song Jingning, posted his location at a hotel in the suburbs.
“We’ll go from eighteen to eighty together.”
The photo showed a woman’s snow-white back, with a striking red spider lily visible on her shoulder.
A mutual friend teased them: “First-love couples are still the best!”
I silently liked the post and commented: “Remember to be buried together after you die. Don’t come back in your next life to cause trouble for anyone.”
