Silence Comes Slowly
The day she changed his WeChat contact name back to his full name, she said nothing.
The light from the phone screen fell across her face. Outside the window, the city was at 2:17 a.m. The sign of the convenience store downstairs was still lit, and the humming current sounded like an insect trapped in a glass bottle. She stared at the name for a long time. Three characters, horizontal and vertical, neat. Once she had saved him under a nickname only she understood, with a tiny star after it. She had changed it in the middle of the night, a little embarrassed, a little unable to hide the sweetness. Now she pressed and held, deleted, typed his full name, confirmed. The motion was smooth. She had done it many times in her head.
