Even after she got into the taxi, Sun Xiangxiang still hadn't processed what had happened.
At this hour, Chen Xin should have been in Siberia photographing his stupid birds, not showing up by the sea.
By the sea in M City, no less.
They had barely been in touch lately. It was funny, really-they hadn't been in touch much before, either.
Every message Sun Xiangxiang sent would disappear without a trace. Only after he had dragged things out until all her anticipation was gone would Chen Xin deign to lift a finger and reply.
It was only recently, after Sun Xiangxiang had told him she wanted to break up, that new messages had begun popping up in their chat.
Getting no reply, Chen Xin might have thought Sun Xiangxiang hadn't seen them. He kept sending the same sentence over and over.
[I don't want to break up.]
Sun Xiangxiang didn't know what the point was.
Only after losing someone did you realize how deeply you loved them, how much you should have cherished them. But a missed chance was a missed chance. Even if you salvaged things, the cracks would remain.
Of course it was hard to let go. But getting back together had never crossed her mind.
She could pick things up, and of course she could put them down... at least, that was what she believed.
At the hospital, Sun Xiangxiang was in her pajamas, her hair disheveled. Her slippers had stepped in muddy water when she got out of the taxi, leaving her looking a mess.
An accident on the elevated highway had packed the hospital with patients. Chen Xin had been left in a corner and still hadn't gotten his turn for an examination after a long wait.
When Sun Xiangxiang found the emergency department, Ding