What Are You Going to Do?

Seeing him in such pain, Maggie's eyes reddened again, "Ricky, do you plan to never see her again?"

Ricky fell silent. If they met again, who knew whether he might become mad with jealousy?

He sat there for a long, long time before slowly gathering his emotions and looking at Maggie, "Maggie, take care of yourself."

After saying this, he pushed his wheelchair, heading towards the exit...

The thin, gaunt figure in the wheelchair made Maggie's heart ache.

She caught up to him and asked, "If I call you later, will you answer?"

Ricky lifted his reddened eyes, gently nodding at Maggie...

Maggie finally felt somewhat relieved, "Ricky, when you've moved on from Alla, remember to tell me."

Ricky still nodded with a smile, his gentle and clean face showing no trace of resentment, only acceptance.

He left the exhibition hall, into the bleak, snowy night. The man sat in his wheelchair, looking up at the falling snowflakes.