Old Pleats on Cuffs

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! Lin Wan touched the old pleats on the cuffs of Shen Zeyan's shirt - they were the broken threads of her embroidery seven years ago, and the stitches were crooked, just like the shape of her seven-year marriage. When the divorce agreement was signed, he was wiping the shrimp shells on his hands with a wet wipe. His fingertips brushed the folds and said without a moment's pause, "Seven years is enough." Lin Wan clutched the divorce certificate and walked down the steps of the Civil Affairs Bureau. The wind blew the hem of her skirt against her legs, as if he had hidden an unspoken concern for seven years - until the bidding meeting again. He clutched her design full of cedar patterns, his knuckles turning white: "Lin Wan, you want to leave with my scent?" The old fold is still on his sleeve, a thorn in the marriage that has not been removed, a trace of the past, and an unbroken thread of love. In this marriage and love entanglement, he is the ex-husband who is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and she is an old friend who wants to escape but is caught by old details. The fate of reunion has long been hidden in the twisted stitches.