On My Way

My first love happened in the vegetable market. He was a top student who accompanied his mother to buy groceries, while I was a girl who made a living by collecting scrap. I chased him for a full fourteen years. From a snowy small town in Northeast China to a bustling metropolis by the sea. From being a factory girl on the assembly line to using my annual salary to pay the down payment on an apartment in a first-tier city. Finally, on the day I got what I wanted, he told me: “Actually, you never loved me. You only yearned for the life I represent.” A happy and prosperous family, disciplined study, excellent grades, and a bright future. So he became the unattainable “white moonlight” in my h...