Chapter 8: Tearing Up All the Fairy Tales_5

He didn't want to see Han Yichen again. Some matters, regardless of the reasons behind them, are like spilled water that can't be collected. He had taken her virginity, paid with two years of his freedom and a lifetime's stain as punishment; he owed her nothing more.

Several years later, Pei Shangxuan and Han Yichen encountered each other at the busiest crossroad in Shanghai. He was wearing a black coat, breathtakingly handsome; she was in a white down jacket, flush with the bloom of youth. They passed each other in the middle of the street without exchanging a word.

What's past can never be returned to.

In 2005, Pei Shangxuan sat beside Li Li, both looking up at the flocks of birds flying over the city. One year, they had switched busses like fools to see the migratory birds in Shanghai. The passing strangers spread their white wings and glided beautifully, which he found unbelievable.