On New Year's Eve, I prepared a table full of food and waited for He Lin to come home.
She didn't even glance at it, just busied herself packing her luggage.
She said coldly, “I can't spend New Year's with you this year.”
I didn't say a word. I just quietly ate the food.
At midnight, as the new year began, He Lin's first love posted a new update right on time.
In the photo, He Lin leaned intimately against his shoulder, with brilliant fireworks bursting outside the window.
The caption read, “She said that if I wanted her to, she would leave everything behind to be with me.”
I didn't fly into a rage and demand answers. I simply gave the post a like.
He Lin called, her voice hurried and panicked. “Don't be mad. I promise I'll spend next New Year's with you...”
I laughed bitterly. “Too bad there won't be a next year for us.”
