Where Friendship Ends

Qin Yuan had been going on blind dates for three months. Now he was planning to register his marriage with Fang Ning. Before they did, he asked me to move out of the apartment whose mortgage we had paid together for seven years. “What about the half that belongs to me?” I asked. “We don’t have to split hairs just yet.” “Keep paying your share of the mortgage.” “Once I have the money, I’ll buy you out.”