Christmas was just around the corner, yet there was no festive joy or miraculous change in my feelings.
Lin Zexiu and I had become so intimate, walking hand in hand through the streets, hands interlocked. Once, in an elevator, when we ran into Lin Zefeng, I cuddled against Lin Zexiu like a "little bird," excessively sweet to the point of disgust even to myself. However, Lin Zefeng ignored us as if he hadn't seen anything, indifferent and distant. Honestly, at this point, I was already in despair.
"Help me deliver a document to my brother," Lin Zexiu asked me when he came to the infirmary before the end of the workday.
"Are you creating a chance for us to be alone? It's useless," I said, dispirited. "I think, I should accept the reality."
