On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend, Fu Yanshen, gave me a perfect date.
From dawn until dusk, he treated me like a princess in the palm of his hand.
Then, at the entrance to the restaurant where we'd planned to have a candlelit dinner, he let go of my hand.
"Eat by yourself. I have to go."
I froze, unable to process what he'd said.
"...You're not eating with me?"
He glanced at his watch, his tone impatient.
"I've spent the whole day with you. Isn't that enough?"
"Now I have to go be with my wife."
"Don't be so unreasonable."
