After we had made love, Shen Xinghui handed me my underwear.
“Move all your things out tomorrow. Don’t come back.”
I froze and instinctively asked:
“Why?”
He lit a cigarette. In his eyes was a tenderness and longing I had never seen before.
“She’s coming back to the country.”
I knew she was Shen Xinghui’s one true love.
I left his life, just as he wished.
But Shen Xinghui called me like a madman:
“Who said you could leave?”
