Saying Goodbye to the Old Snow

In the seventh year of my marriage to Fu Yanzhi,

we ran into each other at an upscale restaurant.

He was having a candlelit dinner with Shen Yinan.

I was there to dine with a client.

Our eyes met for a second. In perfect unspoken agreement, we both looked away and acted as if nothing had happened.

After dinner, Fu Yanzhi waited outside in his car.

I thanked him politely and got into the back seat without being asked.

Halfway there, he suddenly pulled over.

“Shi Yue, today was the day I ended things with her for good.”

I was at a loss for words and could only manage an awkward smile.

But whether it was over or not had nothing to do with me.

I had stopped loving him long ago.