In my last summer in Oslo, I found the ring my lover of seven years had prepared.
But in the bitterly cold winter, I received the news that my lover was getting married.
More than four thousand kilometers of air travel, followed by over ten hours of agonizing waiting.
I sat at the wedding banquet table farthest from them, silently looking back on everything that had happened over the past seven years.
It turned out I was the “lover” he kept in Oslo.
Or maybe I didn’t even qualify as a lover.
A story where the protagonist switches partners. Xiao Ding is the true love.
