Breaking Up

I'm sitting on a mat.

She saw him.

He carried a basket of firewood on his back and stood a few steps away from her.

He was wearing a thin black coat and dark colored trousers. It had only been a week since they last met, but he seemed to have lost some weight.

The hair on his forehead grew longer, blocking his long and narrow eyes.

Her skin was still as white as ever, pale and bloodless.

He looked at him, his eyes dark and indifferent. His lips under his high nose were tightly pursed into a straight line.

He didn't seem to want to see her here.

Zhou Yuwei had traveled thousands of miles to get here.

From the mountain outside, the ground beneath the feet grinds into blisters.

Although she was not delicate, she would be tired and hurt.

She thought that he would be happy and surprised to see her suddenly appear.

But he didn't.

It seemed like he really didn't want to see her.

Zhou Yuwei felt her blood turn cold.