The silver moon earrings I gave him ended up on his bride's ears.
The bride was my close friend of four years, my classmate.
He said, "Wanqing, I've always thought of you as a little sister."
A little sister.
The man I'd secretly loved for four years thought of me as a little sister.
And my best friend married him while telling me, "Wanqing, you're such a good friend."
I tore into him in the class group chat.
Then I deleted him and went to Beijing.
Later, he got divorced and came looking for me.
Someone else was standing by my side.
He said, "Wanqing, let's start over."
I said, "Wanzhou, you won't be part of my happiness ever again."
