Summary
I threw away three years of my life fawning over Lu Ze, careless and heartless as I was.
He never liked using a little umbrella.
Afterward, he would always turn his scarred bare back to me, light a cigarette as if doing me a favor, and say, “Afraid of what? If you get pregnant, we’ll just get married.”
A month later, I stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test and chose not to tell him—I broke up with him overnight, no warning, no goodbye.
Later, he found me at the abortion clinic.
I was rubbing my pregnant belly, chatting with the expectant mother beside me: “Don’t be fooled by how devastated I looked when we broke up—the truth is, the thought of actually carrying his child terrifies me.”
“I can tell the difference between crying into a pillow and crying over a baby.”
“Dating’s fine. As for marriage, I’ve got someone else in mind.”