I lit a cigarette and stared blankly at the windowsill.
Because he doesn't like the smell of smoke, I quit smoking.
That was the only benefit of being with him, I suppose.
Out of spite, I smoked one after another until I coughed repeatedly, and then I extinguished the cigarette butt.
At night, I turned on my phone, finding it much quieter.
I suddenly realized my social circle was nearly nonexistent; these seven years almost entirely revolved around him.
Shen Shixuan's social media updates were still coming in; I had actually forgotten to block her.
And rightly so, because she wouldn't think to contact me at all.
In the morning, she updated her status again.
In the photo, a sickly beauty lay on the hospital bed, pitiful yet holding a familiar hand, smiling blissfully.
Caption: It feels so good having you here.
The timing coincided with my flight, as well as the start of the wedding.