THE REUNION DINNER

Although Hua Zhendan looked sharp as always at work, throughout the day, his emotions were shrouded with anxiety.

As he drove, the red decorations on the street plagued his heart and filled him with inexplicable misery. He remembered clearly that around this time the year before, he had sat on a barstool reminding himself to give Shen Rui a call sometime. Now, he was driving to her place for dinner. A tradition that had been abandoned for four years.

His most disturbing thought, however, was the memory of that crisp voice that had disturbed his solitude while he had sat in that bar. Those beautiful eyes and lips that had hit on him shamelessly and stolen his heart. Long legs that had wrapped around his waist and drawn him into a world of constant longing and turmoil. Legs that had invaded his space so carefreely, then walked out of his life a week earlier, leaving a void on his bed, his office couch and in his heart.