Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Present Day
Qing's POV
It had been such a long time that I felt this happy. Today, I am finally driving back to our home, with the love of my life in the passenger seat beside me.
Even though this house is one of my most treasured place, as this was the home where I lived with Dayu for two years, I actually never came here for three years.
I hired several housekeepers to keep the house clean and organised, and they came to do their job everyday. Yet, I myself had never been to the house since Dayu left. I took nothing out, from the house though, because I knew that one day, I would be coming back here. I didn't know when, but I knew that I would.
I just couldn't come there, alone. There were just too many memories in the house that I couldn't bear the torture of not having Dayu living with me there anymore. I vowed that I would only come back to the house with Dayu by my side.
I love the house; because it's our house. Mine and Dayu's. It's the house where I live with him for two years and that's where we spent most of our time making love. But, I lost Dayu because of my on stupidity. He was not with me anymore. So, until I found Dayu again, I wouldn't go back. I couldn't.
I missed Dayu so much and it got harder for me as the days went by. And living there alone would only make me miss him so much more because the house was filled with our memories. It would be too hard for me to handle. I couldn't trust myself. It would certainly drive me crazy.
Hence, I refrained from visiting ever since. I would only go back with Dayu. That's what I decided. And that's what kept me going for three years.
And so, here I am again. After three years. My heart made a tumble a few times when I could finally see the house from afar.
"You know..." I said, as I glanced sideways at Dayu for a second, "this is the first time I came back..Since you walked out on me.."
"I didn't walked out on you. You were the one who told me to leave.." Dayu replied, in a small voice.
I winced a little, "yeah...Sorry..My bad.." I wasn't blaming him. It's true. I was the one who told him to leave, though I didn't think that he would actually left me as easily as he did. But, I couldn't and I wouldn't blame him. It was all me. I was the blind moron who made a mess out of both our lives.
"Why didn't you live here?"
I smiled , I can now see the front gate of our house, "how could I. This is our house. There is no meaning, if I was the only one living here..." I answered, honestly, "I might also go crazy if I stayed here alone...because this house is filled with our memories.." I said meaningfully giving Dayu another look to see his reaction.
I wasn't disappointed. I saw Dayu's ear turning red as he looked outside of the window, to avoid my prying eyes. But, too late. I caught him blushing. He remembered everything as clearly as I did.
