Lin Huai was my first love.

From China to abroad, childhood sweethearts.

We were together for seven years. He remembered my birthday, remembered all my hobbies, and we never had a fight.

Everyone said there would never be a more perfect boyfriend than him.

As a doctor, he was always so calm.

We didn't argue because it was always me being hysterical, while he remained silent until I softened and took the initiative to make peace.

On my sixth birthday, to accommodate his day off, I postponed the birthday celebration for three days.

But that day, he didn't show up at the restaurant. In the end, I saw him sleeping outside the hospital ward.

It was already the early hours of the fourth day. I looked at my phone, which had been turned off due to continuous calls, and suddenly I couldn't hold on anymore.

Behind the countless unanswered calls were my uncontrollable speculations. I was afraid he had an accident on the way.

His colleague stood beside me and told me that Lin Huai had performed an eight-hour surgery last night and was guarding the patient directly outside the ward because he was worried.

"Is that his patient?" I pointed to the ward and asked.

"No, that patient had a car accident, and Dr. Lin brought him here. Dr. Lin was off yesterday, and it should have been another doctor taking over."

So that's how it was.

"You have a lot of blood on you. Are you injured?"

I looked at the blood on my body, shook my head, and left the hospital.

Lin Huai is a good doctor, but he's not a good boyfriend.

Last night, unable to reach him on the phone, I drove to every place he might have gone until I saw a figure in an alley that looked like him.

When I walked in, I realized it wasn't him. When I tried to return to my car, the homeless man dragged me into the alley.

Fear, terror, that was probably the most desperate half an hour for me. I resented Lin Huai for not coming, for why I had to experience all this on my birthday.