In the autumn sunlight, there was a careful, hopeful look in her eyes.
I nodded, giving no further explanation.
This time, I came back because I wanted to tell my sister in person—I was getting married.
I was selfish enough to want to share this kind of happiness… only with her.
“Dorian, don’t force yourself when you’re alone out there. If you have any difficulties, remember you can come to me.”
“My number is still the same, it’s never changed. I was afraid that if you ever wanted to contact me, you wouldn’t be able to find me.”
I couldn’t help pulling the corner of my lips.
Who would’ve thought the person who once cut off all contact herself, the one who wished never to see me again, alive or dead, was now pretending to be so devoted and regretful?
“No thanks. I’m not interested in getting entangled with a married woman.”
I pushed hard on the pedals and the bike carried me away along the long path covered in golden ginkgo leaves.
The wheels rolled over the fallen leaves, making soft rustling sounds.
This path used to be so familiar to me.
When I was young, I loved coming here with my sister for morning runs and bike rides.
She was better than me at everything, except running.