The day my moonlight died.
Shen Huaichuan brought home a ginkgo seedling and planted it in the yard.
He watered it, fertilized it, and tended to it with care.
Ten years later, the sapling had grown into a great tree,
and I couldn't stand it anymore.
I stared at the leaves scattered all over the yard and threw down the broom.
Then I went inside and took out the yellowing divorce papers.
He didn't understand.
"I don't smoke, drink, gamble, or sleep around. What more could you possibly want?"
I looked up at the second floor.
The thick branches had already grown through the balcony and into the bedroom.
Every summer, I was covered in mosquito bites.
"You're doing this over such a little thing?"
I lowered my eyes and nodded.
"Yes. Just this little thing."
