Nan Wang never wants to look back on the past. There were happy times, too, but the painful ones cut too deep. Whenever she thinks of them, she can’t recover for a long time and can’t help letting out a few sighs, sinking into sadness. So when asked about her romantic history, she just says lightly, "Yeah, I’ve had a relationship. We broke up a few years ago because our personalities didn’t match."
Nan Wang’s friends know all about it, so they don’t take the initiative to introduce her to anyone. Sometimes, they aren’t even sure whether they want her to move on or hope that someone will come back for her, giving them the perfect ending they’ve imagined.
"Are you still in touch with Gu Bei?" At a class reunion, an acquaintance who wasn’t particularly close to her suddenly blurted out the question. For a moment, no one at the table replied. Even the diners stopped moving their chopsticks, and the awkwardness was impossible to hide. At the far end of the table, Nan Wang set down her chopsticks and took a sip of wine without looking up. "Of course. We’ve never lost touch."
