In the spring of 27 years old, Su Jingzhi ended her relationship with her third boyfriend at a Starbucks cafe.
She sat on a chair outside, her bright yellow flannel sweater gently absorbing the hot spring sunshine. She drank the last sip of coffee, got up and left.
At the age of 27, it is impossible to say that she has never had a throbbing feeling, but that kind of feeling only existed in her youthful secret love, her eagerness to move, and her worries about gains and losses.
When the secret love became a thing of the past, she had graduated from college and let go of the past, but she had never met anyone who could make her devote herself wholeheartedly.
The first boyfriend said she was career-minded, the second boyfriend said she wasn't clingy enough, and the third boyfriend said she didn't seem to have a warm heart. In short, she wasn't suitable.
She walked across the sidewalk with her bag in hand and looked at the lovers walking towards her. They seemed to be young and innocent in college, and her eyes were filled with unstoppable purity. She raised the corners of her mouth lightly, shook her head, and passed them by indifferently. After all, she hid her former self in the most beautiful years.
Shifeng, Shiyu, I haven't met you yet.
Sometimes it is sunny, sometimes it is cloudy, you will see what kind of me I am.