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(Five years later, she was eating alone)
That evening, she told me she was eating alone.
We’d barely been in touch for five years.
Five years ago, we were studying the same subject and moving in the same music circles. Back then, in my memory, she had a familiar glow about her: young, free, and linked to all those conversations about music and the future. Later, I went abroad, while she stayed in the life she knew. Time pulled us apart. We were each busy growing up, and gradually lost touch.
Five years later, I graduated and returned to China.
One evening, we started talking again. There was no dramatic opening—just a few updates and pleasantries. As we chatted, she told me she was eating alone.