Chapter 5
How long has it been since he worried about me like this?
Three years? Five years? Or perhaps even longer.
In my memory, the two of us were always inseparable and stuck together like glue.
Our understanding of each other far exceeded that of anyone else in the world.
Sometimes, even without extra words, just a glance is enough for him to understand my feelings.
It was my heavy reliance on him that made him so certain. I had decided to rely on him for the rest of my life.
I could never leave him for my whole life.
So be hurt me without any scruples, shamelessly trying to
to please another woman.
I completely forgot that I was also a human being, with flesh and blood, and that I would also feel sadness and sorrow.
I lowered my head and glanced at the countless missed calls on the screen. I blocked and deleted his number.
When I was about to delete his contact information on social media, I realized that he had changed his profile picture without me knowing when. The cartoon patte
pattern I drew for him eight years ago has disappeared, replaced by real–life photos that are completely different from his style.
At this moment, I recalled the phrase that had been circulating online for a long time.
When a guy
who hasn’t changed his profile picture for a long time suddenly changes it, it indicates that he has another woman in his life,
I hesitated for a moment, and my fingers trembled as I pressed the deleted key.
Ten years of memories and chat records were wiped clean in a second, and my emotions came to an end.
Looking at the message my aunt just sent, reminding me to stay safe, I replied to her, “Don’t worry.”
After turning off the phone, he boarded the plane without looking back
Three hours, neither long nor short.
Just enough to
to reminisce about the past decade.
The plane landed, and I reached out to wipe the moisture off my
face.
Staring at the phone screen for a long time, I checked carefully and confirmed that there were no traces of crying before I walked out of the airport
I saw my parents waiting ahead from a distance, holding a bunch of gifts in thers hands.
Dad took my suitcase, and Morn put the little crown on my head.
With tears in her eyes, she said, “Our Celialias grown up so much, she’s so beautiful, even here than in the photos. Finally, she’s back home. She must never leave us apart…”
Dad looked at me affectionately, and every wrinkle in the corner of his eyes was filled with pity.
“Don’t worry, this thor Dad has chosen a marriage partner for you that will definitely satisfy you!”
Our home is just one kilometer away. Il you feel wrong, come back home and let your parents decide for you!”
I forced a simile and rubbed past my mom’s shoulder.
In the past decade of separation, my parents have mentioned more than once that they wanted to bring me back.
But they were all rejected by me for y
various reasons.
During the Spring Festival, I also wanted to go back and have a look, but Lucas said he wanted to take me to his house for the New Year.
Get a sense of their home at
atmosphere in advance.
joyfully believed that he had made up his mind about me and wanted to continue walking with ine
I foolishly agreed to his request
Every reunion holiday in the past decade has been spent at Lucas‘ house
Facing my aged and haggard parents at this moment, I feel an indescribable sense of guilt and self–blame.
