They meet again in an elevator at midnight.
She is drenched, her face pale. The other woman is impeccably made up and has hated her for ten years.
Mu Yixi cuts her with the cruelest words, yet every night she stands outside her door, raising a hand that never quite manages to knock.
Later, she sees He Yugui eating two-yuan-and-fifty-cent buns alone, holding up an IV bag to get water alone, and celebrating her thirtieth birthday alone.
She wants to ask: Where have you been all these years?
But she cannot bring herself to ask.
Because there is something in that person's gaze that she cannot understand.
