These days I have been avoiding Xu Muzhou, even my friends have noticed.

"Why didn't you come for Xu Muzhou's birthday yesterday? We waited for you for a long time, especially Xu Muzhou,"

I smiled and dodged the question, "Oh, there's just too much divorce-related stuff to deal with lately, busy, and besides, I already sent him his gift in advance."

My friend nudged me and winked, "Tell me the truth, is there something between you and Xu Muzhou...?"

"There's absolutely nothing between us," I hurriedly interrupted.

My friend smirked, "I meant, did you two have a fight? Why are you so flustered?"

I took a sip of my drink, unfazed, "Why would I be flustered? I just find Xu Muzhou very annoying lately."

"Is that so? What's annoying about me?" a deep voice came from behind.

My friend slyly slipped away, leaving just the two of us at the table.

"Sit," I pretended as if nothing had happened earlier.

"I waited for you for a long time yesterday," he said, his eyes lowered, the light shining on his distinct knuckles.

"Didn't you receive the gift?" I averted my gaze.

"What I want is you," his fingertip brushed over my palm.

Like a feather, tickling.

"Xu Muzhou, you can't possibly really like me," I took a cigarette from the pack, lit it between my fingers.

"Hmm, why wouldn't I," a faint smile lingered on his lips.

I blew smoke rings towards his face, "You know, I'm terrible, I can't be the virtuous wife and mother of the Xu family."

He moved closer to the mist, "You just need to be yourself."

I looked into his ink-like eyes, my heart fluttered slightly.

Xu Muzhou understands me better than I do myself.

That thought scared me.