Summary
In the second month after my boyfriend disappeared, I saw him on the street.
He was arrogantly saying to someone:
“Missing? Of course I’m pretending. My girlfriend is too clingy, so I wanted to teach her a lesson.”
“I asked Guanchao to help cover for me, and she didn’t suspect a thing.”
Guanchao is his close brother.
I pretended not to hear anything.
After I got home, a man gently hugged me from behind.
“Any clues about him today?”
“No.”
I kissed Guanchao and said, feigning regret,
“He might really be dead.”