Lin Huai was my first love.

From China to abroad, childhood friends.

Together for seven years, he remembers my birthday, remembers all my hobbies, we have never fought.

Everyone says there will never be a more perfect boyfriend than him.

As a doctor, he is always so calm.

We never fight because it's always me being hysterical while he remains silent until I calm down and make peace.

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

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

It was already the early morning 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 gotten into 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, the patient was involved in a car accident, and Dr. Lin brought him here. Dr. Lin was supposed to have the day off yesterday, and it should have been another doctor taking over."

So that's how it happened.

"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 by phone, I drove to all the places he might have gone until I saw a figure that looked like him in an alley.

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

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