"But Zhuo Jian has returned to the country," she said.
Ouyang Ping invited him into the house, poured him some tea, and told him.
——
When Fu Yanye walked out of their apartment, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. He had thought so long about what to say when he visited her, yet he hadn't been able to utter a single word.
He didn't even get to see her.
She had actually returned to the country.
Fu Yanye took out his phone, found her number, but as his dark pupils fixed on the words "my wife," he hesitated and didn't dial.
Perhaps it was the fierce sun.
He looked up at the sunlight above him, then, carrying his coat and phone, continued walking to the other side of the road.
After he left, Ouyang Ping sent a WeChat message to Zhuo Jian, "Fu Yanye came looking for you!"
She also sent a picture of his retreating figure.
