On the night of the divorce, I stood in the hallway carrying the cake I had given him for his birthday. He said, "Listen, let's get a divorce." I didn't cry or make a fuss. I signed the contract and left with my suitcase the next day.
Three years later, at three o'clock in the morning, the phone came on. It was a text message from him: "I will wait for you at People's Square. If you don't come, I will keep waiting."
When I went there, he was sitting on the steps by the fountain, holding two cups of cold soy milk in his hands. When he saw me, his eyes turned red: "Ting Wan, I regret it."
But what I didn't know was - he waited for me all night, and I waited for him for three years. As for the real reason why he signed for divorce, I waited ten years for the answer.
