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As the car slowly entered the pickup area of Taipei Station, Anthon prepared to bid farewell to this awkward journey. He whispered a "thank you" to Brother Jie and reached for the door handle, only to be surprised to find the door locked. A flicker of unease crossed Anthon's eyes as he lowered his head, trying to control his emotions. Coldly, he said, "Brother Jie... I need to open the door. I'm running out of time. Haohao is waiting for me..."
Brother Jie suddenly interrupted him, his tone heavy with emotion and a hint of challenge. "Is Haohao really that important? Can you never forget him? You refuse to admit that you've fallen for him... yet you keep trying to get close to him, to please him... Anthon, do you know that?" His words revealed Brother Jie's insight into Anthon's emotional world and reflected his jealousy over the potential threat this relationship posed.
Anthon felt a wave of shock and suffocation wash over him upon hearing these words. He looked up, anger and helplessness flickering in his eyes; he hadn't expected Brother Jie to question him so directly at this moment. Brother Jie's words pierced Anthon's heart like a sharp knife, leaving him in immense pain and confusion. He took a deep breath, striving to calm himself; he needed to handle this sudden confrontation rationally while being acutely aware that he had to leave this situation quickly to meet Haohao.
"Brother Jie, you don't know what you're talking about," Anthon's voice trembled slightly, pain and determination flashing in his eyes. "Haohao is my friend; there is no relationship between us like you think. I really need to get out of the car now; please unlock the door."
A complex emotion flickered in Brother Jie's gaze as he looked at Anthon, filled with contradictions and helplessness. He knew that his earlier words might have hurt Anthon, but he couldn't suppress the jealousy and unease within him. Taking a deep breath, Brother Jie tried to steady his emotions, but the inner turmoil weighed heavily on him.
"Anthon, I didn't mean to hurt you," Brother Jie said softly, his tone laced with a plea. "I just hope you can understand that my feelings for you are genuine. I know I've made many mistakes in the past, but I truly want to make it up to you. I don't want to see you suffer because of Haohao; I hope you can give me a chance."
A flicker of hesitation and wavering crossed Anthon's eyes, but he knew he had to remain calm and rational. He took a deep breath and firmly stated, "Brother Jie, I really need to leave now. Haohao is waiting for me; I can't let him down." His voice carried a note of finality, and his gaze revealed a steadfast strength.
Brother Jie looked at Anthon, torn by inner pain and conflict that left him restless. He knew he couldn't easily change Anthon's mind, but he hoped to express his feelings through action. Taking a deep breath, he finally nodded but before unlocking the door said, "Anthon, please leave your contact information. That way I can have a chance to prove myself and win over Haohao."
Anthon felt a surge of surprise; he hadn't anticipated Brother Jie would say such a thing. A storm brewed within him as uncertainty and conflict flashed in his eyes. He understood what giving his contact information meant, but Brother Jie's sincerity and determination made it hard for him to refuse outright.
In the end, Anthon took a deep breath and softly said, "Alright, Brother Jie, I'll leave my contact information. But please remember that I really need some time to sort out my thoughts." With that, he took out his phone and handed over his contact details to Brother Jie.
Brother Jie accepted the information with a glimmer of joy and gratitude in his eyes. He knew this was an opportunity—a chance to prove his feelings for Anthon. Taking a deep breath, he finally unlocked the car door.
"Thank you, Anthon," Brother Jie said quietly, sincerity tinged with resignation in his tone. "I will respect your choice and give you time and space. But I hope you'll remember that I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."
Hearing those words, Anthon felt a surge of emotions within him. He sensed Brother Jie’s sincerity, but the inner conflict and confusion made it difficult for him to accept easily. Taking a deep breath, he softly replied, “Thank you, Brother Jie.” Then he quickly opened the car door and got out.
The hustle and bustle in front of Taipei Station hit him like a wave. Anthon's mood remained heavy, but he knew he had to persevere. He hurried toward the station, Brother Jie’s words echoing in his mind. The internal turmoil and confusion prevented him from finding peace, but he understood that no matter how challenging the road ahead might be, he had to find his own path.
Brother Jie sat in the car, watching Anthon's figure gradually fade into the distance, filled with complex emotions and helplessness. He knew he couldn't easily change Anthon's feelings, but he would persist, expressing his intentions through actions. The future of their relationship remained uncertain and confusing, yet Brother Jie believed that as long as he held on, he would surely find a way out.
Haohao stood at the busy entrance of Taipei Station, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Anthon. Today, Anthon was unusually late in appearing, which stirred a hint of worry within Haohao; he wondered if Anthon had encountered some trouble. His anxiety grew as he repeatedly took out his phone only to put it back in his pocket, hesitating over whether to call and check on Anthon's situation.
Just as he was about to pull out his phone to make a call, his attention was caught by an old Toyota slowly driving into the nearby pick-up area. The car looked somewhat aged but was polished to a shine, indicating the owner's careful maintenance. Haohao couldn’t help but glance at it a few more times, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. The glass on the car window was slightly foggy, making it hard to see clearly, but Haohao keenly sensed familiar voices coming from inside.
Although Anthon's voice was muffled by the glass and distance, its tone and inflection were distinctive enough for Haohao to confirm it was indeed Anthon. A bit of worry lifted from Haohao’s heart, but new questions arose: Why was Anthon in that car? What was his relationship with the person inside?
Haohao's eyes remained fixed on the vehicle as he tried to discern what was happening inside. His brow furrowed slightly, filled with uncertainty and unease. He noticed Anthon seemed agitated inside the car, gesturing with his hands while wearing an expression that didn’t look pleasant. A wave of concern washed over Haohao as he worried whether Anthon was facing difficulties or had gotten into an argument with someone inside the car.
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