In the third year after her divorce, Jiang Wanyi ran into her ex-husband at a flower shop.
Snowflakes drifted outside as the cold wind stirred them, and the wind chimes beneath the eaves clattered softly.
Huo Xuzhou wore a sharply tailored black coat. He casually tossed the flowers he had picked onto the counter, his cool, indifferent gaze sweeping over her.
Jiang Wanyi paused and touched the mask on her face before slowly wrapping the flowers. “That’ll be 134 yuan, sir.”
The man across from her raised an eyebrow. “Pick out some baby’s breath for me too. My wife likes it.”
Jiang Wanyi did as he asked, then handed the flowers over without looking up.
He took them quickly, but the shadow above her head lingered.
When Jiang Wanyi couldn’t help looking up, Huo Xuzhou suddenly said, “Baby’s breath used to be your favorite flower.”
Her breath caught, but her voice was unexpectedly calm. “Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You think I wouldn’t recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask?” Huo Xuzhou’s lips curled in a mocking smile. “It’s been five years. You don’t seem to have been doing very well.”
