In my seventh year with Song Mo, I went to his office and overheard him chatting with someone. “You and your wife have been together for seven years. You must be happy, right?” Song Mo replied coolly, “What if I told you I’ve never loved her? Would you believe me?” “Stop messing around. If you never loved her, why have you been together for seven years? Are you still thinking about Yanran? Song Mo, Yanran’s been overseas for years.” “Don’t say that. Yanran and I are long over...” There was an indescribable melancholy in Song Mo’s voice. Bai Yanran, Song Mo’s first love. I hadn’t heard that name in a very, very long time. His friend fell silent. My hand, gripping the doorknob, slowly dropped. Maybe only now did I realize that Song Mo had never loved me.
