The day after I came home, I ran into my ex-boyfriend of three years, Zeng Ming, at the mall.
Surrounded by several sales assistants at the counter, Zeng Ming and the girl beside him were trying on DR's one-diamond-per-lifetime rings.
As if sensing my gaze, he looked up in my direction.
His sharply defined face was stern, his expression unreadable as he looked at me.
The girl lifted her delighted face and tugged at his sleeve. "I want this one. Is that okay?"
He looked away and answered her in a calm, gentle voice:
"Whatever you say."
I remember the night we met again in Shanghai. Zeng Ming and I wandered through the city's bustling streets, sharing a pair of earphones.
A love song played through the Bluetooth earphones. I heard him say my name, so I took the earphones out. But he kept walking with his head lowered, as if he hadn't noticed.
He said, "My connections with so many people bloom at dawn and die by dusk, like dew. But with you, it's like a river that flows on without end."
