Deep into the night, Xiao Ming was awakened by the vibration of his cell phone.
Seeing the message from Zhang Kehu, his heart sank. He glanced at his wife, who was still sound asleep, then quietly got out of bed, poured himself a drink, and sat down on the balcony.
Hu Xiaotong was dead.
His feelings towards this woman were complex.
Their first encounter had been earlier than the first time he met Jiang Xue.
It happened on the first day of university registration, on the bus. Because of the driver's sudden brake, Hu Xiaotong crashed into his arms and tore his T-shirt, forcing him to find a place to change immediately after getting off the bus.
At the time, Hu Xiaotong was rather shy, her face red as if about to bleed, insisting on compensating him with a new T-shirt and following him until he finished registering, taking down his dorm number before leaving.