My five-year unrequited love has come to an end.
It ended because Shen Chen’s “white moonlight,” Su Yue, has returned.
Half a month ago, on the first day of autumn, I made some stewed pear soup to bring to Shen Chen.
Shen Chen smokes constantly and never listens when I tell him to stop, so I’ve made it a habit to prepare stewed pears with fritillary bulbs for him whenever the seasons change.
When I arrived, Shen Chen opened the door shirtless.
As the door swung wide, the air in the room smelled thick and suggestive. The scent of body wash clinging to him was the very one we had bought together.
I looked down and immediately spotted a pair of round-toed, mid-heel shoes. They were cute, yet they felt like an eyesore.
“Who is it?” a sweet, cloying female voice called out from the bedroom.
Shen Chen took the pear soup from my hands. His eyes were filled with guilt, but he prioritized his options in an instant.
“It’s just delivery.”
