The next day, on the same platform, Ye Dong faced Yang Jing with a forced smile. Yang’s eyes were red and full of tears.
"Let me help you..." Ye Dong murmured.
Then they felt silent. The train roared as the conductor shouted to the passengers still standing on the platform.
"No."
When they had begun to talk about their futures, Yang had foreseen this departure.
After Ye Dong had registered to take the civil servant exams, she had given up all hope. In fact, she had always been struggling to decide between leaving and staying.
Her decisive boyfriend had informed her about his choice not long after, in the garden they frequently visited.
"If you trust me, you will stay with me, Yang Jing. I’m a man, so I can take the responsibility. Maybe at the beginning we won’t live that luxuriously, but that will change."
