There was only the soup and a silence that held him.
That was when I understood what this place had become.
Then Li Mei appeared.
I recognized her from the doorway — elegant clothes, calm face, cold presence.
My heart tightened.
I looked at Marcus.
He saw her too.
But this time, he didn’t tremble.
He walked toward her without rushing, without looking down, without putting on any expression that wasn’t his own.
“Why are you here?” he asked calmly.
She looked around the small restaurant — the tables, the people eating, the warmth in the air.
Then she looked at him.
“You’re living well,” she said.
Not with power.
Not with accusation.
Just as a human sentence.
She told him she hadn’t come to ask him to return.
“I only came to ask for forgiveness.”
Her voice cracked slightly.
“I held onto you out of selfishness, out of fear of being alone, believing that money could compensate for everything. But I was wrong.”
