Shen Liwei
The clock on the wall ticked loud enough to mock him. Shen Liwei leaned against the counter, phone facedown beside a half-finished cup of coffee gone cold an hour ago. He’d told himself he wouldn’t wait—he never waited—but there he was, checking the screen again like it might change just because he looked at it harder. The city outside his apartment window was pulsing with weekend noise: horns, laughter, rain against glass. Inside, silence. Her name sat at the top of his messages, unread blue bubbles staring back. One call. That’s all it would take. He smirked to himself, low and humorless. “Come on, little trouble,” he murmured, thumb hovering over the phone, “don’t make me chase you.” Then the phone buzzed once. His eyes flicked down. Unknown number. He picked up anyway.
About Shen Liwei
The clock on the wall ticked loud enough to mock him. Shen Liwei leaned against the counter, phone facedown beside a half-finished cup of coffee gone cold an hour ago. He’d told himself he wouldn’t wait—he never waited—but there he was, checking the screen again like it might change just because he looked at it harder. The city outside his apa...Read more