Drip.

Drip.

Fat tears rolled down Jiang Wei's cheeks. She held her hand tight over her mouth and stared at the frozen frame where the video had ended. She was trembling, but she cried without a sound.

"Weiwei, come down for dinner."

Her grandma's familiar voice rang out again from downstairs.

It seemed to pull her straight out of the painful memories.

Jiang Wei held back her grief, switched off the camera and put it back in the black leather bag. She pulled out several tissues to dry her eyes, but no matter how long she wiped, the tears kept betraying her.

When Jiang Wei still hadn't come down after a long while, the old lady came up and knocked twice on the door.

Jiang Wei hastily wiped her face before she opened the door. She didn't dare look at her grandma. She kept her head down and ran straight past her.

The old lady glanced into the room. Her eyes landed on the tissues on the desk, and she paused for a moment. Then she gently pulled the door shut and followed her downstairs.

"Is it good?"

"Mm. It's good."

"Then eat more. You can't get any thinner."

"Mm."

"How's work lately?"

"It's good."

The old lady pretended not to hear the catch in Jiang Wei's voice and kept putting food in her bowl. Neither of them brought up the past.

Some things stay in your mind forever, the way some people can never be forgotten.

The next day.

Saturday night, that is.

Xu Ye got another message from Yu Beiwang. The gist was that Pei Youwei had decided to move YW to Shanghai.

He wrote back, "Saw that coming."

Yu Beiwang was curious. "Going to Yang Lin's today. That was your idea, wasn't it?"

Xu Ye: "Yes."

Yu Beiwang: "I knew it. Your ideas really work. We didn't get back until after four, and she held that baby for a long time."

Xu Ye: "Then I'll be waiting for the wedding."

Yu Beiwang: "Mm. It shouldn't be long now."

October seemed to drag on forever. Once November started,…