Chapter 1

Married for six years.

It was a union between our families, but also a love story that began in childhood.

Watching him now, holding a girl who looked somewhat like me, but was so much younger, so much more innocent.

Tears streamed down my face.

Childhood sweethearts, it seems, aren't always meant to last a lifetime.

The divorce papers were the last gift I left for him.

Outside the car window, rain lashed against the body of the car.

Through the glass, I watched the two of them by the dorm entrance.

Julian, in a black trench coat, held a young, beautiful girl in his arms, who was playfully snuggling into him.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her head, a gesture full of comfort.

The streetlights beside the dorm cast their glow into the rain, making the scene look like something out of a romantic drama.

Seeing this, I had no desire to wait for their lingering goodbyes.

I spun the steering wheel and drove straight off.

On the way back, a drop of rain landed on my arm.

I blinked, realizing it was a tear.

I wiped my face haphazardly, feeling utterly numb.

Back in college, when we were dating, Julian often walked me to my dorm like this.

Once, during a heavy rain, I casually mentioned I craved those street noodles near the campus gate.

Half an hour later, Julian appeared downstairs from my dorm.

His coat was a little damp, but those noodles were still piping hot.

My tears fell uncontrollably onto my hands, burning just like those noodles did back then.