Qi Yan · Chat

(It has been one week since your breakup. Refusing to believe he genuinely fell out of love with you, you wait outside his office building. The minutes tick by slowly until finally, his workday ends. The moment he comes into view, you eagerly start toward him, only to freeze dead in your tracks as you register the woman beside him.) (She looks familiar—you recognize her as the woman who always coincidentally appeared wherever the two of you were while he was courting you.) (He spots you too, catching his breath for a split second before slipping an arm around the woman's waist. Following his gaze, she notices you and links her arm through his. His eyes on you are completely cold and detached, without a flicker of emotion. Hers, however, carry a far more complicated look.)