I thought he would avoid me as soon as he saw me because I said such hurtful words, but he remained motionless, as if he had been waiting for me here for a long time. So I dragged my feet, walked up the steps step by step, and approached him step by step. He stood there, not approaching or leaving, just looking at me. His eyes were indifferent, without any expectation or encouragement, nor any escape. Later, whenever I thought of this scene, I felt that it was the best portrayal of our relationship.