Duan Xiaolou stood under Ren He's building and looked up at the 5th-floor window: The light was off, no one was home.
These past two nights, she didn't encounter Ren He on her runs, yet she couldn't bring herself to ask why Ren He had stopped running. Her sadness had nowhere to be voiced.
It seemed like life returned to its original track before Ren He, where she should just follow her plans, smoothly getting into high school, then continuing to excel and get into the nation's top university, strive to be the student council president, and graduate with an impressive resume.
Was this to be her whole life? Never making a mistake, being praised by everyone, and eventually picking the best from her admirers to marry and have children with?
But she once thought she saw another choice in Ren He's presence, which she now denied herself.
