Today marks the 734th day since we parted ways, and to be honest, I... regret it.
Outside the window, the rain pattered incessantly, mirroring my tangled and unresolved thoughts. I stared at the date on my phone screen. Seven hundred and thirty-four days—the number felt like a thorn, piercing deeply into my heart. Memories came rushing back like a tide, carrying me back to the summer when we first met.
It was an accidental trip. I had embarked on a journey to Dali, Yunnan, all by myself, wanting to escape the city's hustle and bustle and the pressure of work. By the shores of Erhai Lake, sunlight danced across the shimmering water, breathtakingly beautiful. Just as I was lost in the scenery, a crisp voice rang out from behind me: "Hey, handsome, could you take a picture for me?"
Chapter 168