We’d been married for three years. Every day, I cooked dinner and waited for him to come home, but he could never remember what I liked to eat.
He said Lin Wei was sick and needed a kidney transplant, and told me to get tested for a match. “Don’t you love me? You won’t make this little sacrifice?”
I did it. Then I found out that Lin Wei had caused my miscarriage three years earlier. He knew.
The day I signed the divorce papers, I asked him one last question: “Did you ever love me?”
He didn’t answer.
Three months later, I stood on the winner’s podium at an international jewelry competition, while he knelt in the rain, begging me to come back.
“Su Nian, I was wrong.”
I smiled. “Gu Beicheng, some things, once missed, are gone for a lifetime.”
