Three days before the wedding, I saw Shen Yu's cell phone screen light up.
"Ayu, I'm pregnant."
The note is: baby.
Ten years of childhood sweethearts and five years of long-distance love were not worth the three months he had known that girl.
I turned and walked out of his apartment and dialed another number.
"Lu Shihan, does the proposal you mentioned before still count?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for five seconds, and then he said, "Shen Zhiyi, I've been waiting for you for nine years to say this."
