Unrequited Love
Premeditated
This was the seventeenth time I’d run into my roommate Cheng Yuming’s girlfriend on my way downstairs.
As was her habit, she pulled a plump orange from her bag and offered it to me, her eyes curving into a gentle, sweet smile.
I didn’t take it. I simply called her name. “Jiang Tingyu.”
“Yes?”
“Try a different fruit,” I said, my voice flat. “Oranges cause too much internal heat.”
He Died Before Spring
He Died Before Spring When Lu Chen died before my eyes for the sixth time, I finally stopped trying to block that car, that river, and that fire.
I no longer clung to a medical report, fruitlessly arguing with fate.
Over the past three years, I had dragged him back from the brink of spring time and time again, only to finally realize that someone eventually has to walk that path to the end.
But I still couldn’t let go. At the very least, this time, I wanted to tell him I loved him to his face before he closed his eyes for good.
