While hanging up my spouse’s clothes, I found a receipt in a pocket. It showed that he had bought a gold necklace. I checked his phone and found that, on the jewelry store’s online mini-program, he had made a purchase on September fifteenth every year. The e-card said it was a gift for Li Changmei, his first love. For thirty years, he had called himself an old-fashioned man, out of touch with romance and unable to accept new things. We never went on a honeymoon, exchanged gifts, or celebrated anniversaries. It turned out he wasn’t incapable of understanding. I was simply the wrong person.
