Hard To Say Goodbye

An advertisement was playing on the high-speed train. A handsome man flashed into the screen from time to time.

"Woah! He's so handsome." "Murphy!" "He's the male star who just got a ticket to Hollywood." "My friend met him before. She said that he was so handsome and sweet!"

In a trance-like state, Nora Su lowered her head and tried her best not to listen to their ongoing chatter. However, she couldn't help but feel heavy inside. Although her heart ached at the sound of his name, she knew that she had absolutely nothing to do with him – at least, not anymore.

The little boy in her arms began to cry, as if hearing the sorrow of her heart. He was just about two to three years old with dark eyes and long eyelashes. He was a pitiful sight.

Nora Su patted the boy on his thigh, coaxing him to quiet down. He later followed suit.

She closed her eyes, feeling her head pounding more deliberately. It was because of the cold. She could already feel her eyes drooping, but she forced herself to stay awake, worried about the baby in her arms.

After a while, Nora Su let her mind wander to what had happened two years ago.

In the four years when they were together, he would always buy her breakfast in cold winter mornings and wait for her downstairs in her dormitory building. He would stay up all night to study with her when she failed her exams. He would accompany her to the activities she liked to participate in, even if he had no interest in them. And if she was jealous, he would do his best to put an end to those gossips and assure her that he was hers.

She would never forget the night on the rooftop. In a night of drifting snow, he held her hand and asked, "Nora, I've always wanted to be with you. Would you be my girlfriend?"

That night, she felt like a princess who finally found her prince. At that time, they thought it was them against the world.

"The train is about to reach Beijing. Please get ready." The steward's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Su rubbed her eyes sleepily,

turning brighter and brighter. It's better like this...

as if she was in another world covered in snow. Although it was still October, the city had experienced few bouts of

on her face. She helped

She inserted

her chest. She covered her mouth

then, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and

she sighed and answered the

to Beijing?" A woman's voice came from the other end of the line.

bother you,"

was a moment of silence

think about Hugh? It's so cold outside. Are you going

face. She sighed. "Where do

hung up. Within half a minute,

Sometimes, she felt like a porcupine. Although she

ago. Instead, those

Murphy Jiang, Grace Gao or her mother, they had done nothing wrong. They just felt sad and worried

will against others. After everything