She liked light colors, adorning her room with pale green curtains, bed sheets, and tablecloths—even in the deep autumn, her room had the air of spring.
I opened her wardrobe, which contained some simple and neat clothes. I thought maybe I could find something I had bought her, a piece of clothing, a skirt, anything, but there was nothing.
I rifled through her drawers again.
I looked under her bed, hoping I could find something about me there, something that related to me.
Nothing.
I was disappointed and sat down to finish the food she had prepared for me.
I drove to work and bumped into Qiao Fei in the hallway, who was off to make copies.
We were both a bit embarrassed. I said, "What are you up to?"
"My senior has asked me to go on a business trip." She showed me the documents in her hand.
"Where to?" I took the documents from her.
