Lamplight in the Fog

When he sang “I Like You” at the KTV, I was the only one in his eyes.

Later, he held another girl close and danced with her, never looking at me again.

Lu Chenzhou remembered Lin Muyu’s birthday and all her favorite things. He’d drive across town in the middle of the night to bring her hot dry noodles. She thought his restraint meant devotion, that she was special to him.

Then, after they broke up, he called her, drunk, and said, “I miss you.” Her heart softened. They spent a passionate night together, but by morning he was gone, quicker than anyone.

At last she understood: he wanted her body, while she wanted his heart.

Only later did someone else tell her, “You deserve to be treated well.”

At last she learned that some people are worth waiting for, and some roads are worth leaving behind.