Summary
I can see how many times I have left to meet someone.
For most people, the number is one. For the boy I grew up with, it was 31,441.
So ever since we were little, I’d treated him as a husband I was raising for myself.
I even taught him the Three Obediences and Four Virtues—traditional rules for a dutiful wife, rewritten for my future husband—and kept tabs on everything he did.
Ji Chenfeng found me annoying. More than once, he tried to set me up with someone else.
“Stop making up lies about how many times we’ll see each other, little shadow.”
His eyes were smiling. His words stung.
“My roommate’s good-looking, too. Try getting to know someone else.”
He took out his phone and scrolled through his photos. A picture of him with another pretty boy flashed past before he reached the one of his roommate.
“He’s a bit quiet, but he’s a decent guy. You’re always clinging to me—”
I stared at the long string of digits above the boy’s head in the photo.
For the first time, I said yes.
“Then send me his contact.”
I pulled out my phone. Ji Chenfeng went deathly pale.
The number above his own head had fallen to nine.











