"I'm going to the airport to pick up Xiao Bao, I have to go now."
I barely had time to react before Yang Sisi had already taken a bank card out of her wallet, ready to pay the bill...
I instantly understood, and then quickly snatched the bank card from Yang Sisi's hand, handing my own card to the waiter to indicate that I should use mine to pay the bill.
Yang Sisi said to me with strong dissatisfaction, "What are you doing? I brought you here, and you're trying to pay the bill with me!"
I smiled gratefully at her before replying, "I did some things wrong in Dali... I'm really glad I had the chance to treat you to a meal, as an apology and a farewell... I hope everything goes well for you abroad!"
Yang Sisi cried again. She choked out to me, "Why do you always pretend to be rich when you're not? You paid for this meal today, and now you're going to torture yourself again, not eating or drinking properly? Can't you be a little kinder to yourself? I don't need this little bit of money!"
Perhaps she's the only woman in the world who would cry because she doesn't want me to spend money, but this is all I can do for her... Even if I pay for this meal, it's not entirely for her sake; I also want to make myself feel better... Thinking back to when I was in Dali, always treating her like a receptionist and then speaking harshly to her, I feel regretful... If only it were still possible...
I stopped myself from thinking any further, because in a world of two people, there are no "what ifs".
I finally smiled and said to her, "It's still quite a distance from here to the airport... Let's hurry and pick up Little Leopard."
"And you?"
“I’ll sit here a little longer… I never knew there was such an angle from which you could see a completely different side of Shanghai.”
After I finished speaking, I didn't look at Yang Sisi again, so I don't know how she left the restaurant...
...
Moments after she left, I inexplicably thought of the motorcycle she left me in Dali, the one called "Little Ninja"; she said she would ask me for it back after she returned to China... Thinking about it carefully, this should also be a kind of "waiting"... waiting for her to get back what rightfully belongs to her.
However, I had a feeling that I couldn't wait any longer, because at that time I was already a middle-aged man in his early thirties; and compared to seeing each other one last time, this was something that made me feel even sadder.
Time waits for no one; so do feelings.
If there's still time, I'd also like to give her a pair of shoes, hoping she can walk well in every step of her future.
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