I met her gaze and said seriously, "I've decided to break up with him. I won't have any more ties with him in the future."
She sighed in relief and softly replied, "That's good."
I picked up my coffee and took a sip.
She smiled and asked, "How long have you been together?"
I thought for a moment and answered, "A little over three months."
She nodded, "Three months..."
She let out a bitter laugh, "We were together for three years."
I looked up at her.
She smiled faintly, "Actually, I feel quite sorry for him."
I remained silent, listening quietly.
She slowly continued, "We were together for three years, always proud, neither of us willing to back down. Then we broke up over a small misunderstanding."
She sighed, "I've always wanted to talk to him, but I was afraid he would blame me. After all... I was the one who gave up on him first."
I softly said, "He never blamed you."
She paused in surprise, "Really?"
I nodded.
She smiled gently, "That's good."
She took a sip of her coffee and said softly, "You know? I've always been worried that he would hold a grudge against me."
I shook my head, "He doesn't hold a grudge; he has always liked you."
Her eyes turned red, "I know."
She choked up and said, "I know that, which makes it even harder to bear."
She looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and said, "Do you know? Sometimes I think about what it would be like if I hadn't left him back then."
I smiled and replied, "Then you two would probably be doing well."
She chuckled softly and said, "Maybe."
She took another sip of coffee and continued softly, "Actually, I've always wanted to come back to find him, but I was afraid it would affect his feelings, so I never dared to return."
She looked at me seriously and said, "Chen Qian, please don't get involved with him anymore, okay?"
I nodded, "Okay."
She sighed in relief and whispered, "Thank you."
I smiled back, "No need to thank me."
After finishing her coffee, she bid me farewell and left.
I watched her retreating figure with a bit of sadness in my heart.
In truth, she really loved Cui Lidong.
I took out my phone and sent a message to Cui Lidong: "Let's end this."
He quickly replied: "Okay, let's break up."
Looking at the four words he sent, I finally let out a sigh of relief.
Everything was over.
I deleted all his contact information—WeChat, phone number, everything.
From now on, we would never see each other again.
That evening, I posted an update on my social media.
"I've made up my mind."
As soon as I posted it, many people commented, asking what was wrong.
I picked one comment to reply to and asked: "Do you think Cui Lidong and I can get back together?"
The person immediately responded: "Did you guys break up?"
I sent them a screenshot of me deleting all of Cui Lidong's contact information, with the caption: "Yeah, we broke up."
They quickly replied: "Wow, you really broke up?"
I smiled and said, "Yeah."
They asked again: "Why did you break up?"
I replied: "We're not compatible."
The person seemed unconvinced: "Just like that?"
I smiled again: "What else is there?"
They still seemed reluctant to accept it: "You were together for only three months; you decided to break up so soon?"
I replied: "Feelings aren't about duration; if it's not right, it's not right."
Finally, they stopped responding.
I scrolled through my social media again and noticed many comments asking about my breakup with Cui Lidong. I replied to each one, then exited the app, set my phone aside, and lay down to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and picked up my phone to find my social media buzzing again.
I opened it to see everyone discussing my breakup with Cui Lidong.
"Have you heard? Chen Qian and Cui Lidong broke up."
"Is it true?"
"I saw it yesterday; Chen Qian posted on social media that she broke up with Cui Lidong."
"Why did they break up?"
"Not sure; she didn't say."
As I read everyone's comments, I felt a warmth in my heart.
So many people actually care about me. I smiled, put down my phone, got out of bed, and washed up. After I finished washing up, I went to the cafeteria for breakfast and then headed to class.
After class, I took out my phone to call Chen Shan and ask how he had been lately. I dialed his number, but no one answered on the other end. I frowned and tried a few more times, but still no response. I felt a slight shock and a bit anxious. Why wasn't he answering the phone? Had he gone missing again? I bit my lip, feeling a little upset.
Holding my phone, I walked forward absentmindedly when suddenly someone called out to me: "Chen Qian." I turned to see it was my advisor. I hurried over and said, "Teacher." She smiled and said, "Chen Qian, please help the new exchange students get familiar with the campus." I nodded and replied, "Sure." She patted my shoulder and said, "Do well." I nodded vigorously and said, "I will."
I took the exchange students around the campus; they were very enthusiastic and asked me questions along the way. After showing them around, we exchanged contact information, and I let them explore on their own.
I returned to the music plaza, sat down on a bench, took out my phone again, and called Chen Shan once more—still no answer. I sighed, put my phone back in my bag, and looked up at the sky. The weather was beautiful today; the sun was warm, and the breeze was gentle. Suddenly, I felt very lonely.
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