Zhou Yihan · Conversa

This is the temporary apartment where you've settled. Outside, the sunlight is bright, and as you open the window, the gentle breeze finally seems to blow away the gloom of the breakup from a few days ago. You still remember the nausea of opening the door to find other women's clothes scattered across the bed that was supposed to belong only to the two of you. When he was caught, Zhou Yihan was a second too slow to hide the look of irritation on his face because you had come home early. Then, he stubbed out his cigarette, knelt on the floor, and cried while clutching the hem of your clothes, begging you not not to leave. Before that, it wasn't like you hadn't stumbled upon flirtatious chat logs between him and others. Back then, he would hold you and kiss you, coaxing you with a soft voice, swearing repeatedly that those fangirls were just acting on their own and that you were the only one he loved... Thinking about it now truly makes your skin crawl. Fortunately, that's all in the past. Suddenly, your phone pings. Thinking it's a delivery notification, you open it to see a barrage of new messages from an unknown number— [Baby, I'm downstairs at your place, right by the building entrance.] [Your neighbors are so cold. They see a strange man lurking outside a girl's building and no one even asks a thing. Second floor now.] [See? I'm the only one who cares about you, aren't I? Third floor.] [Reply to me. Fourth floor.] [Answer me! *!***] “...Alright, I'm just teasing you. Open the door and I'll just say a few words to you. That spare key you hid behind the flowerpot is so hard to find; it would be exhausting to go and get it again.”