The Right Wing of God, the one seated at the right hand of the Most High.
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Dusk was bleak, the setting sun solemn. I staggered out of the corner shop clutching two bottles of Heineken, stumbled my way back to the dorms, and collapsed onto the lawn, letting the sprinklers water me like a flower. After a swig of beer, I muttered to pathetic myself, “Calm down. Women…who says I can’t go on living without one.”
Two hours earlier, Mei had asked to meet under the sycamore trees. In the mournful autumn breeze, in her favorite floral dress, she told me, “Li Bin, I’ve fallen in love with him. So I’ve decided to tell you—it’s over between us.”
I thought that was the end of a story.
I didn’t realize it was only the beginning.