I had just finished work when I ran into a college classmate at the subway station.
He asked me, after all these years, when I was going to forgive Shen Zhizhi.
Shen Zhizhi was my childhood sweetheart. Five years ago, we had almost gotten married.
But at our engagement banquet, the night before we were supposed to register our marriage, she called it off in front of everyone.
She said she refused to be a stand-in for the woman I loved, then wished me and that woman a lifetime of happiness.
Then she took her junior from graduate school and walked away.
Confused, I tried to explain that I had never had any so-called woman I loved,
but she had wounded me beyond repair, and in the end I left Jingbei.
“Shen Zhizhi has always cared about you. She said that if you hadn't had someone else in your heart and treated her as a stand-in back then, the two of you would have been married by now.”
“Now, all you have to do is admit you were wrong, and she can give you another chance.”
Another chance?
I laughed.
“My child is already three. What past is there to rekindle?”
The proofreading is rough and full of errors and omissions