Qi Meyan held me in his arms throughout the night. It was the first time we had ever shared a bed. Nestled against his firm, warm chest, I had expected to be too excited to sleep, yet I fell into a remarkably deep and peaceful slumber. When I woke the next morning, Qi Meyan was already gone.
I looked toward the sky outside the window; the horizon was just beginning to pale. It was so early—where had he gone? I reached for my phone on the nightstand, intending to call him, but saw a WeChat message he had left: "Heading out on a business trip early. Didn't want to wake you. No set return date yet; I’ll let you know once things are handled."
It was a mundane message, yet my heart fluttered as I read it over and over, savoring the subtle sweetness between the lines. He was keeping me informed of his whereabouts. It wasn't like the last time, when he had secretly flown abroad to pick up his Great-grandfather without saying a word, leaving me to think he was giving me the cold shoulder.
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