When the glass door gave a soft chime against the wind, Lu Li was stirring her coffee with a silver spoon. The milk foam shattered into stardust within the brown liquid, and as she gazed at the reflection on the tip of the spoon, she suddenly heard the crisp clink of cup and saucer from across the table.
"Long time no see." Jiang Chenfei's voice sounded as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. The Jaeger-LeCoultre watch exposed at his suit cuff was still the one she had given him.
She looked up and saw new strands of silver at the ends of his hair. Her memory was abruptly pulled back to a stormy night seven years ago. He had stood at the apartment doorway just like this, with rain driving down the umbrella ribs onto the entryway tiles, soaking the four words "Let's get married" until they swelled out of shape.
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