She exited the underground parking lot, turned into the commercial street, and walked casually. Occasionally she stopped in front of one or two shops, bought a cup of milk tea, held it in her hands, and continued walking.
She walked and stopped, occasionally stopping, sometimes smiling, sometimes thinking, and sometimes feeling sad.
She walked one road after another until she came to an old community. She did not go in, but stood in the small garden outside the community. She raised her head and looked up at the potted flowers on the railing on the fifth floor of the building in the community.
The child has declined and has no vitality, just like she is now.
The corners of her lips slowly raised, but her eyes were still bitter.
The tall figure following her slowly walked out from behind the tree, took a few steps forward, and was a few steps behind her. He was not afraid at all that she would know, because... she never looked back, never more.
Take a look at him.
Today is Chi Heng’s memorial day.
Every year, she would go to the cemetery early to pay homage to him, talk to him, then walk silently through the road they had walked together, and finally come here again to stop and stare until late at night.
That was the house where she and Chi Heng once lived. At that time, she went bankrupt and wanted to buy that house. However, since Chi Heng's death, she has never entered it again.
But she never knew that every year, he would accompany her, every year, he would accompany her through the good times that once belonged to her, and accompany her to gaze at her memories, all of this without him.
Late at night gradually came, Qin Huan, who was like a statue, finally made some movement. She withdrew her gaze and took steps again. Like a robot, she returned to the parking lot, drove, and went home.
When she was about to enter the door, the sound of footsteps behind her reached her ears. She paused with her hands and did not look back. She lightly opened her lips and said in a cold voice, "I don't want to see you today."
Red didn't say anything. He walked straight forward, pushed the door open with his hand, brushed her shoulder and walked in. But when he took a few steps, he said, "Today is no longer the day."
The clock on the wall already showed it was past one o'clock, and today had already passed.
Qin Huan's hands clenched slowly. Red had already walked into the hall, walked to the wine cabinet, took out the red wine inside, pried open the lids one by one, picked it up and drank.
Looking up, he saw Qin Huan still standing at the door. He suddenly smiled and gestured to her with a bottle of wine, "You will always only remember today, not this tomorrow!"
She will always remember that her beloved died today, but forget that she also abandoned a life so cruelly.
The day after Chi Heng died, she aborted their child.
What she said: A life for a life is fair!
In the past five years, she has not once paid homage to that innocent little life. No one exists in her life, only Chi Heng is left. Even though he has been dead for five years, he has always lived in her heart.
His sarcastic words were thick, but no matter how thick they were, they couldn't suppress the sobs in his throat. He smiled hard, but that smile was as sad as the end of the world.
Qin Huan's hand clenched tighter and tighter, and the veins on the back of her hand emerged little by little. The pain in her lowered eyes was no less than his, but she still hid it forcefully.
She walked in, sat down directly opposite him, picked up the red wine on the table, and drank bottle after bottle.