In the seventh year of my relationship with Song Mo, I went to his office, only to hear him chatting with someone else.
“Seven years with your wife. You must be very happy, right?”
Song Mo replied coolly, “Would you believe me if I said I've never loved her?”
“Come on, if you never loved her, why have you been together for seven years? Are you still thinking about Yanran? Song Mo, Yanran has been abroad for years.”
“Don't talk nonsense. Yanran and I haven't had anything between us for a long time, ”
There was an unspeakable sadness in Song Mo's voice.
Bai Yanran, Song Mo's first love.
I hadn't heard that name in a very, very long time.
My friend fell silent. The hand gripping the doorknob slowly fell to my side.
Perhaps only now did I realize that Song Mo had never loved me.
