Bittersweet Ending
Changning
The first time I went to a nightclub after starting university, I ran into the neighbor who had disappeared a year ago.
He had his arms around two scantily-clad beauties, looking like a total delinquent.
When he saw me, his gaze flickered across my chest before he let out a soft, dismissive “tsk.” Later, he pinned me against a corner. His finger pressed against my lips as he leaned down, demanding I call his name. It was only then that it dawned on me. He wasn’t my Zhou Yanzhi.
