8
Shen Yanqing sat wearily in the office until nightfall, finally returning home dispirited only in the stillness of night.
Opening the door, he habitually wanted to take off his coat and hand it to me, but only touched the air and froze for a moment.
Over the years, he had long been accustomed to having me bustling around him.
Clumsily hanging the clothes properly, his gaze moved to the wedding photo hanging on the wall.
Saying it was a wedding photo, it was just a random snapshot of us, after all, we hadn't even held a wedding.
And the grand wedding he always promised to make up for never came to pass.
As he pondered, the photo frame loosened, slipped, and shattered on the floor with a crash.
Just like our relationship, built on an unstable foundation, it ultimately couldn't last long.
He looked at the cabinet filled with diamond rings, hazily realizing just how many times he'd hurt me, too many to count.