Chu’e’s appearance accelerated this so-called perfect imperfection. For Gu Yunzhi, perhaps it was a rebirth, but for Song Yunhua, perhaps it was a destruction. Therefore, Gu Yunzhi dared not easily take that step. He knew that divorce, such a thoroughly failed matter, for Song Yunhua who pursued perfection in everything and was at the peak of her career, was impossible. She would rather maintain this seemingly imperfect marriage than agree to a divorce.
Since that time when the window paper was pierced, tacitly, their dates were all held at Chu’e’s home. She never sent him text messages, nor did she easily call him. Although Song Yunhua, following the etiquette of a high-class woman, never checked his phone, she also did not want to bring him any trouble. Nor would she ask him for any promises. When he came, she was happy.
They would play chess together, cook together, and cuddle on the bed watching discs. When watching horror movies, she would burrow into his arms in fright. When he left, she would help him organize his clothes and then watch him drive away. Being with her, Gu Yunzhi was relaxed, joyful, and happy!
Love can make all rational, mature people irrational and immature. Even if it means flying into the fire like a moth, they would do so without hesitation.
The summer heat began to fade. This year’s autumn tiger also lost its previous arrogance. Not yet October, the temperature had already dropped to around twenty degrees. With large temperature differences between morning and evening, Chu’e caught a cold again. Gu Yunzhi was busy during this period. The store in Shanghai was not doing well, and the company was trying to find ways to revive it. He was running between Beijing and Shanghai, unable to squeeze out time to take care of her. He only called every night to ask about her condition.
Strangely, Yun Lei, who used to hang out online all the time, seemed to have been rarely online these past two months. Sometimes when Chu’e wanted to chat with her, she couldn’t even find her. Chu’e felt a bit depressed.
Her avatar was dark, so she had to call her phone.
After two little bee ringtones, a weak voice came through the receiver: “Chu’e!”
Chu’e asked suspiciously, “Lei Lei, what’s wrong with you?”
