When Fang Mo mailed her the key to his rental apartment, he thought their seven-year love story had finally come to nothing.
Yet on a stormy night, he curled up on her living room floor, soaked to the skin like a stray dog.
He had once been the lovestruck young man who clasped her hand beneath the sunset at West Lake, and he was also a contract employee who kept failing the civil service exams but never gave up.
She had compromised and moved away to be with him, but he pushed her away cruelly with the words “I’m a burden,” crushed by his parents’ cold treatment and his mother’s suspected terminal illness.
Six months after their breakup, she posted a show of strength on Moments, visible only to him. He spent night after night thinking of her, unable to forget her.
Until that night, when the floor bore the warmth of his humiliated body...
A ten-thousand-word letter written in his own blood revealed the truth: his mother’s illness had been a false alarm, and he had threatened to die until his parents finally gave their blessing.
But the warm road to getting back together was strewn with thorns:
He drove ten hours through the epidemic zone to pick her up, the steering wheel stained with blood and his calloused hands.
She took a pregnancy test on the exercise bike he’d bought to slim down before their wedding, saw two lines, screamed, and cut the cord to demand compensation for emotional distress.
He gave up cola and started prenatal lessons using civil service essay prompts, while she listed the exercise bike on Xianyu: “90% new, trading it for formula money.”
The key was lost and found again. That night, he slept on her living room floor.
Seven years later, as their child played with the old key, the smart lock’s fingerprint light flowed like a river of stars.
It turned out love had never left the stage. It had simply renewed its lease, from a crush born of borrowing a computer to a marriage certificate promising a lifetime on a warm road together.
The emotions are so delicately written! Very real feeling!