Nobody would tell him what to do next, Treem held the idea for two years, and now he began to ask for help. As his best friend, we had an conversation at a local tea house. The weather was cold outside, from the windows I can see the leaves fallen in the wind. We ordered some red tea and some snacks.

My friend Treem was a handsome fellow with a rubicund face, but lately he was glum and saturnine, his face was sallow. There was something hidden in his heart.

I first broke the silence, "hey my friend, I know you have something to tell, anything I can help I will do, you know we are the trsuted friends."
Treem looked at me and said, "I never thought life could be like this."
"What's happening?" I asked.
"I don't know why my ex-girlfriend Jasmine appeared in my mind always. You know I have already married with my wife Rose."
"Why? I think it is not good for your wife if you think about your ex-girlfriend." I said that with a surprise.
"You don't know, ten years ago, when I met Jasmine, I fell in love with her. But I know she has her own idea, and she left for no reason." Treem drank a cup of tea, and continue. "Before I met Rose, I always miss her, I can never forget her..."