Too Late
It was a sunny morning, sun rays were passing through the branches of the tree where birds were sitting and chipping. Mo Jinnan walked along a long cement road, holding a bouquet of flowers with hope in his eyes. He stopped in front of a house, his heart beating loudly as he took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.
There was no response. He waited
No one came.
He continued to wait.
He pressed the bell button again.
Still no response.
Today was a weekend. Song Tianxin wouldn't have gone to office. Perhaps, she went out.
At that moment, the door of a neighboring house opened, and an old lady came and looked at Mo Jinnan curiously.
"Yes?" she asked.
"I came to meet Song Tianxin," Mo Jinnan said, hoping to get some information about her whereabouts.
"Song Tianxin? She doesn't live here anymore." The old Lady said.
"Where did she go? Did she tell you about it?" Mo Jinnan asked quickly.