C81

Today, Ji Feimo was waiting at the bus stop. His voice was not as warm as it used to be. My legs gave out and I almost fell to the ground. Luckily, there was a resting place on the bus stop, so I used all of my strength to walk over to the bench and sit down.

I didn't speak or look at him, but kept my head down, watching my hands clench.

I'm not going to tell him about the child