Guan Sixing sat alone on a garden chair, his head bowed, looking unwanted.
Madam Tan felt pity.
"Baby."
He looked up, "Has she left?"
"She's left by car."
This was Guan Sixing's first romance.
It was also Madam Tan's first time witnessing her son fall in love, and she was unskilled at it. She didn't know how to comfort him, "Did you two have an argument?"
"She broke up with me."
He appeared disheartened, his hands unconsciously scratching the chair, not knowing how many times he repeated the gesture, ruining the wooden chair as splinters dug into his fingers. There was little bleeding, but the splinters were deep, and he didn't notice the pain, habitually repeating the movement.
Madam Tan's heart ached to see him, "I'm sorry, baby, it was my fault, for coming to her house unannounced without warning. Give me her number, and I will explain to her."
He was listless, in the depths of being abandoned, "It's not because of that, I lied to her."
"What did you lie to her about?"
