I was Gu Cheng’s canary for seven years. Today, he got married. Everyone wondered whether I’d make a scene at the wedding. Even he was so afraid that he had four bodyguards keep watch over me. No one knew that behind my sunglasses were sunken, gaunt eyes, or that my pocket held the cold diagnosis confirming my cancer. He really had nothing to worry about. I no longer had the strength to make a scene.
Later, I watched the once-arrogant Mr. Gu kneel at my grave day after day, repenting for his sins. My heart, though, was utterly unmoved.
