The second month after Christine left, Hansen had sent her a message.
The message had been delivered successfully but was never responded to.
It read, “I’m planning to sell the apartment. What should I do with your clothes?”
He might have forgotten that Christine had left him a note telling him he could deal with everything as he pleased.
Or maybe he hadn’t forgotten at all. Maybe he just wanted an excuse to text her.
Hansen probably felt that it was his way of extending an olive branch to Christine.
If Christine was smart, she would accept it.
Hansen had a bad temper, but he was actually easy to please as well.
Christine never replied, but the apartment was never sold.
Christine’s clothes and all her old belongings were all in their original spots.
It was as if she had never left.
Hansen would always return to the apartment late at night if he had to attend any social events.
He would lie on Christine’s bed, unable to sleep until the sun came up.
In the third month after Christine left, during a long, unchanging night, just as the clock approached midnight…..
Hansen called Christine.
Christine had always been a reserved and obedient woman,
She came from an ordinary family but never lacked anything. Her parents loved her a lot.
But because Christine had been born beautiful, the elders in her family were very strict with her.
It wasn’t until the autumn after she graduated from college that she finally moved in with him.
He still remembered that night.
