Summary
The night He Yueze and I broke up, he cornered me at the end of a hotel corridor. His hand was clamped around my lower back, and the corners of his eyes were rimmed with red.
“Chi Yutang,” he said, “if you dare to walk away today, don’t you ever look back.”
I didn’t look back then. Three years later, however, the one looking back turned out to be him.