When Long Xia left him, Jin Qing loosened the grip of his tie, taking a gasp of breath.
He tipped his head back, raking a hand through his thick blond hair, taking a moment to think. Long Mei had forgotten him. What's worse than forgetting him was how she treated him.
She treated him casually, indifferently; she treated him kindly, like a friend.
It was not that Jin Qing didn't want the friendly kindness, but the old Mei would have hurled insults at him. She would have hated him.
Jin Qing had dreamt that Long Mei would show him her sweet side for a long time, but only when earned. Not by her losing her own memories.
He wished she still hated him, still acted to him as she did before. It was unnatural for her to treat him so differently.