What If
It was the anniversary of Qian Meigui's parent's deaths. And like every year, remembering them on this day, it was difficult for her. She remembered the months that followed after they died, she wouldn't sleep, and when she did, Qian Meigui would scream because of her nightmare's. Song Sheng was the one who slept on the armchair next to her bed for weeks, waiting until she fell asleep — waiting to hold her hand if she needed it.
During the nights when he was abroad, she found herself stretching out, reaching out for him, but all she felt was the cold air and not the warmth of his hand.
Song Sheng visited the graves with her every year, except for the two when he was out of the country.
Qian Meigui dressed in black, preparing her makeup when she felt unmotivated to leave her room. Feeling the pain again, she crouched down, arms folded over her legs, by the bedside on the floor. She heard a knock, but she did not say a word. She looked at the wall, dazed.