Hmph, he still wants an explanation!
"Isn't this the choice you made? How dare you ask me for an explanation?" Does he want to have his cake and eat it too? That's too greedy! She looked at him with disdain.
He knew she was always proud; how could he not understand that look?
Choice?
He remembered her recent use of the word "fiancée" and thought of what Tan Ya had said about "wife." He saw strands of her hair tangled and falling over her nose as she struggled, reached out to tidy them away, and sighed, "I'm not young anymore, I want to get married."
Her nose tingled inexplicably, recalling the time they went house hunting, and the night they paid the deposit. They stood together in front of the window of the bare apartment, watching the myriad lights of Beijing, he had said, "Having been in Beijing for over a decade, I've laughed, hurt, felt proud, and been sorrowful. I'm not afraid of hardship or difficulties, but what I really fear is loneliness."
