I didn't expect to hear from her after four years.
She was my high school roommate and my best friend ever.
During the Spring Festival of 2011, she broke up with me and left me without saying a word.
I don't answer calls, I don't reply to text messages, and I block all of them on WeChat.
I don't know what to do. Until. . .
Four years later she came into my life again.
This time, how do you want to torture me, my dear deskmate?