"Whoosh," she opened the wardrobe. Xiang Yuan’s clothes were neatly arranged by color. Each item was bought, washed, and hung in the wardrobe by her own hands. Every piece carried his scent interwoven with the touch of her fingertips, silent yet sweetly and secretly accompanying her.
She once smiled contentedly, saying that during those days when Xiang Yuan was too busy to return, there were still so many "clones" of his to keep her company, so she was not afraid of loneliness.
At that time, Xiang Yuan would hug her tightly, hurriedly close the wardrobe door, shielding her from those clothes, and jealously declare, "You are mine. Only mine alone!"
The clothes no longer carried his scent; it had long dissipated in the prolonged lonely times. The neatly arranged clothes seemed to line up coldly, each one mocking her.
Shi Nian sighed softly, skillfully picking out a suit, shirt, tie, shoes, and watch that matched in color and style.
She carefully packed them, and took them out the door.
But at the moment she reached out to turn off the light, she still turned back, went to the bathroom, took down the towel, and threw it into a garbage bag.
With the garbage bag in her left hand and the suit in her right, she walked out and sat in the car, calling the courier to pick them up.
The operator replied that it was too early, and it would be about half an hour before anyone could be on duty. She said, "It’s okay, I’ll wait."
Waiting, she was all too familiar with it in these four years of marriage.
She once thought that she would eventually wait for Xiang Yuan to come home;
She once thought that as long as she waited, she and Xiang Yuan could return to how they used to be.
But unfortunately, these were just "what she thought."
Her gaze swept past the windshield to the outside. The sky was still early, and the world was a deep blue. Like a piece of gray-blue velvet draping the sky and earth, with fuzzy fringes sticking out at the horizon.
Shi Nian took a deep breath, still got out of the car, and threw the towel-in-a-garbage-bag into the trash can.
After throwing it away, she couldn’t help but stand beside it, resisting the urge several times not to retrieve it. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveI★Fire.net
Taking a deep breath, she returned to the car, and once again her gaze was uncontrollably drawn to that suit.
One minute, two minutes... after five minutes, Shi Nian finally reached into her briefcase, grabbed a note and pen, and leaned on the console to write:
"Xiang Yuan, when you’re done with this period, I hope you can find some time to sit down with me. I think it’s time we talked about separation."
After writing, she sealed the note into the suit pocket. She tossed the pen and notebook aside, leaned back into the seat, and forcefully closed her eyes.
A Leo man who ought to be shining brightly, living brilliantly, was instead painfully singing restrainedly into the phone: "If those two words didn’t tremble, I wouldn’t have discovered my discomfort. How to say it, it’s just breaking up..."
Eason Chan’s "Ten Years," used by Shi Nian as her ringtone ten years ago, had never been changed.
Shi Nian, ten years—it’s just breaking up.
Shi Nian, irritated and flustered, grabbed the phone and quickly swiped to answer, only to end the song that made her anxious.
"Hello, I’m in the car at the entrance. Royal blue."
Shi Nian thought it was the courier coming to pick up the items, so she stated her location precisely.
But on the other end of the phone, there was silence.
At this time, the morning light was a dusky blue, and both the mobile signal and her voice seemed to be sinking into a deep, dark sea.
On the other end of the phone, it seemed as if a vicious beast crouched, glaring with dark eyes, silently staring at her.
Thanks to Mimi for the flowers, and the red envelope from crystal2014~