Lin Lan was melancholic. She had asked herself this question many times, and each time the answer was unhappy! The year she met and fell in love with Luo Xuan, she betrayed her best friend to be with him; marrying into a wealthy family, she had been constantly trying to save her marriage and win back her husband’s heart. What happiness could there be in such days?
She remained silent.
“I’m not happy!” Luo Xuan looked at her directly, “Lin Lan, we should admit that I was once attracted to you because of your beauty, and was infatuated for a while! But being with you, I cannot find the happiness I want! Perhaps you feel the same way about me, just unwilling to admit it! Lin Lan, life is short. Do we want to torture and bind each other painfully for a lifetime?”
Lin Lan lowered her head without speaking. Luo Xuan sighed, “Let’s divorce. It will be a relief for both of us…”
Early in the morning, as soon as the computer was turned on and QQ came online, a long string of messages popped up in the group, all asking where she had been, why she wasn’t online, and if something was wrong at home. Seeing these messages, Chu Yue felt warmly touched; even if the whole world abandoned her, she was glad she still had these readers!
Du Moli’s QQ avatar kept bouncing in her friend list, apparently wanting to ask why she had disappeared for a month. When opened, it was indeed about her whereabouts: “Chu Yue, did you go back home? Why haven’t I seen you for so long?”
“Hehe,” she laughed, “I’ve been in seclusion for a month.” During this month in Zhuhai, besides writing, she hadn’t been on the computer. She had turned off QQ, MSN, and all other online contact methods, even communicating with editors directly by phone.
“Are you looking for inspiration?” Du Moli was excited, “Does this mean we’ll have a new book?”
Chu Yue responded with a smiley face.
Du Moli said, “It’s been a long time since we’ve met. Want to go shopping together?”
Chu Yue thought for a moment and typed back “Okay”.
