Three days before the wedding, I saw Shen Yu's phone screen light up.
“Yu, I'm pregnant.”
The contact name was “Baby.”
Ten years as childhood friends and five years of dating couldn't compete with the three months he'd known that girl.
I walked out of his apartment and dialed another number.
“Lu Shihan, is that proposal you mentioned still on the table?”
There was silence on the other end for five seconds. Then he said, “Shen Zhiyi, I've been waiting nine years for you to say that.”
