“Vivienne, when are you coming back? Today is our seventh wedding anniversary. I’ve already booked the restaurant…”
My fingers paused as I brushed away a yellow leaf that had fallen with the wind.
‘Selene, this is the person you risked your life to protect back then. You were wrong. And I trusted the wrong person too.’
My throat suddenly felt itchy and I couldn’t help coughing twice.
“Vivienne, where are you? Why is there a man’s voice next to you?”
Vivienne hung up without saying a word. She took a mask from her coat pocket and handed it to me.
“You’re allergic to cold air. Every autumn you start coughing. Remember to wear a mask.”
I turned my head away and avoided her hand.
“It’s already cured.”
After saying goodbye to my sister, I turned and walked out.
Vivienne quickly followed after me.
I didn’t understand—seven years ago, she warned me never to appear in front of her again. Why was she now clinging to me like glue?
At the cemetery gate, a row of shared bicycles was parked.
I scanned the QR code to unlock one.
Just as I was about to pedal away, Vivienne drove her Mercedes up beside me and stopped steadily.
“Dorian, all these years… have you still been alone?”