Mu Xue: “Baby, let me tell you a little story.”
Me: “Okay.”
Mu Xue: “Pumpkin, purple sweet potato, and watermelon are good friends.”
Mu Xue: “One day, watermelon invited them to go out and play.”
Mu Xue: “So pumpkin asked watermelon who else was coming.”
Mu Xue: “Hehe, baby, guess who it was.”
Me: “Huh? Who was coming? Purple sweet potato, pumpkin, and watermelon?”
Mu Xue: “Well... Watermelon answered, ‘Me, purple sweet potato, and you.’”
Me: “Huh? I don't get it.”
Mu Xue: “Hehe, ‘Me, purple sweet potato, and you.’”
Me: “Oh...”
(The memory ends here.)
Xuezi... Most of my first two books were based on our memories together. Did you know that? But you aren't by my side anymore. It's been six years...
When I think of you again, there's a faint ache in my heart. It isn't enough to make me cry, but it has never gone away...
I regret it...
I said, I regret it... It's all my fault... my fault for not cherishing you. I'm sorry.
(Based on true events.)
