Until one day, giving up became easier than forgiving.
At a family dinner, Zhuang Yi, as usual, said he'd take Xia Qing home first, then come back for me. For the first time, I followed after them. At the door, I called out to Zhuang Yi. "Zhuang Yi, we're out of reconciliation coupons."
Xia Qing heard me and covered her mouth with a laugh. "Zhuang Yi, you actually make things like that?"
I ignored her and just stared at Zhuang Yi. His expression faltered, but in the end, prodded by Xia Qing, he said softly, "We're out of reconciliation coupons, so I'll make more when I have time."
"For now, I'm taking Xia Qing home first."
Hearing his words, I stepped back.
