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"I..." he paused, "I'm sorry."
I looked up, staring at him in a daze.
He lowered his eyes, long lashes casting shadows on his face, with a high nose and distinct lip line.
Seven years had passed, yet his appearance had not changed at all; he still looked so young. Time seemed to favor him particularly, leaving only traces of maturity and weariness on his face.
"I didn't mean it that way..." I said, "I just feel that this isn't a solution."
He looked at me, clearly not understanding my meaning.
"What kind of relationship is this for us?" I asked.
He furrowed his brow but quickly relaxed.
"Are you saying you want to get married?" he asked me.
I was taken aback, unsure how to respond.
He scrutinized me, as if trying to see into my heart.
"I'm just saying this casually; you don't have to take it to heart," I quickly added.
He sighed and said nothing more.
I lowered my eyes, feeling that I might have overstepped.
Unexpectedly, he spoke up.
"I'm sorry," he said.
I was stunned, not understanding why he was apologizing.
He looked into my eyes and said earnestly, "I know, I owe you an apology."
I opened my mouth but didn't know what to say.
"It's my fault; I didn't consider your feelings," he continued.
I bowed my head, feeling a mix of emotions inside.
I thought I would feel triumphant or happy, but instead, I did not.
Chen Zhaonian had stood me up.
I waited until nightfall, but he never showed up.
I tidied up the things I had packed into the box earlier that day, but the room was a mess, clothes strewn everywhere, leaving me with no place to step.
I called Chen Zhaonian, but An Huaishan answered. Hearing her voice made me instinctively hang up, heat rushing to my face.
I walked to the window and looked outside. The dark night enveloped me like a giant pot, suffocating and oppressive.
I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but when Chen Zhaonian found me, I was still in the closet.
Sitting on the floor with my back against the wall, I curled up with my legs tucked in.
He crouched down and held me tightly.
Feeling a chill, I snuggled closer into his embrace.
“A Nian, don’t go…” I murmured.
He stiffened at my words and stopped moving.
With my eyes closed, I drifted between sleep and wakefulness.
“Don’t go…” I tightened my hold on him.
He gently patted my back and whispered, “Okay, I won’t go.”
I woke up, my rationality slowly returning.
The person before me was no longer my A Nian.
He was Chen Zhaonian, someone else's husband.
I opened my eyes and looked at the man in front of me.
A stubble of dark green hair appeared on his chin, and his bright eyes were fixed on me.
“You were supposed to leave, weren’t you?” I pushed him away.
"I've come to pick you up," he said.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked.
"Leaving this place," he replied.
I was momentarily stunned, still processing his words when he pulled me out forcefully.
He shoved me into the passenger seat and quickly got into the car.
Before I could settle in, he slammed on the gas and we sped away.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, still dazed.
"To fulfill my promise," he said.
I turned to look at him, unsure of what he meant.
He smiled but didn’t say anything further.
I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes.
I don’t know how long it was before I woke up.
The car had stopped, and just as I was about to ask where we were, I noticed we were parked in front of a tall building, with the vast ocean stretching out before us.
Chen Zhaonian led me into the building, asked the concierge for a key, and opened the door.
It was a two-bedroom apartment, simply and cleanly decorated.
The floor-to-ceiling windows faced the sea, and as the ocean breeze blew in, the salty scent of the seawater enveloped me.
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