Hai Jun laughed and said he should help out. Yi Yi told Xia Bing and Hai Jun to go in, saying she had a stomachache and would go to the restroom first, and would wait for them at the counter. Then she ran off.
Xia Bing looked at Chen Hai Jun, “Yi Yi… I see they all want to set us up.”
“That means from their perspective, we look like a good match,” Hai Jun didn’t mind. Since their last meeting at the bookstore, he hadn’t seen Xia Bing for several days. On one hand, work had gotten busy, and on the other hand, they had gained a deeper understanding of each other, and he wanted to give himself or her some space and time.
Xia Bing didn’t know what to say and just smiled silently.
“The person just now was my ex-wife,” he said slowly as they pushed the cart, wanting to clarify in case they had doubts.
Xia Bing listened quietly, “She’s very young and very beautiful.”
Hai Jun smiled, “She was like a flower that constantly needed care. She was my junior in college, whom I met during my senior year when I was about to leave school. She was an immigrant, and just before graduation, she told me she was pregnant, so we got married.”
“The child…” Divorced, the child would be pitiful. Xia Bing’s expression became somewhat serious.
“She had the child aborted,” Hai Jun smiled helplessly. “She said it was a means to keep me. Although I was a bit angry, I didn’t say much more. Being alone outside seemed very difficult, and it was good to have her then. But later, as my career grew better, I spent less time with her, and our feelings gradually developed cracks. Speaking of this, I’m also at fault. Perhaps I was too tired of such things. After a big argument, we divorced.”
Love, truly puzzling. Once loved so passionately, then turning to mutual disgust in the blink of an eye.
“Perhaps because the love was so deep, they had to hurt each other so badly… Perhaps she, your ex-wife, now regrets divorcing you,” a woman coming from abroad would likely still have lingering feelings.
Hai Jun nodded, he was aware of this, but he didn’t want to continue a cycle of making up and fighting.
