Ten years after we broke up, my ex-boyfriend became my partner.
He asked me to design a courtyard with old locust trees - that was my dream when I was eighteen.
I pretended not to know him, and he pretended not to remember.
Until grandma fell ill, he appeared in the hospital corridor: "I will be here from now on."
He went to London for three years and came back as soon as the sweet-scented osmanthus smelled good.
Later, his exhibition hall was filled with jasmine flowers.
Only then did I realize that if I keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions.
