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After that, we started dating more frequently. At the beginning, he was indeed a reassuring presence. He would remember what kind of coffee I liked, and he would bring me warm dumplings when I had to work late. Sometimes, he would clumsily tell me corny jokes to make me laugh, and his earnestness made me feel like he truly cared about me.
But when did everything start to change?
Perhaps it was around the Qixi Festival.
That day, I got off work early and prepared a candlelit dinner with great care. The candles flickered with a soft glow, making the wine glasses sparkle. I was filled with joy as I anticipated his return home, but what I got instead was him sitting on the sofa, frowning at his phone screen. "Xiao Yan, give me five more minutes; this project is really urgent."
"Five minutes?" I couldn't help but scoff. "Chen Jiahe, do you even know what day it is?"
"It's Qixi," he replied without looking up.
"Since you know, why can't you put down your work and spend some time with me?" My voice rose a little.
Finally, he looked up at me, but his face was weary. "Xiao Yan, I'm working so that we can have a better life in the future."
"Future, future—you always talk about the future, but what about now?" My emotions spiraled out of control. "You don't care about me at all!"
He was taken aback and after a long pause, he said softly, "Xiao Yan, my family isn't well off... My parents have sacrificed so much for my education; I have to work hard..."
"Chen Jiahe!" I interrupted him. "I'm your girlfriend, not your work partner! Do you understand? I've had enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and stood up. "Xiao Yan, I'm sorry, I have to take this call."
His figure disappeared outside onto the balcony. I stared at the glass door, watching the candle burn down to a wisp of blue smoke, my heart sinking to the depths of despair.
From that moment on, our arguments became frequent. Sometimes he would spend the weekend lounging on the sofa playing video games, leaving chip bags scattered everywhere; other times, when I was busy tidying up and asked him to help throw out the trash, he would always respond with a dismissive "in a minute." Our conflicts surged like tides, while he consistently chose to evade them.
This afternoon's quarrel was just a microcosm of our relationship. His indifferent gaze and apathetic tone twisted my heart in knots. I didn't know what was left between us.
At that moment, a strange warmth surged from my chest. I looked down and saw that the pendant was emitting a soft glow! In shock, I instinctively closed my eyes as a blinding white light enveloped my body.
When the light faded and I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting in a familiar bedroom. The wall clock showed seven-thirty, and the date on the calendar was six months ago—the day of our first blind date!
I stared blankly at the calendar, an incredible thought flooding my mind—fate had given me a chance to choose again!
Sitting once more in the café, my fingers unconsciously traced the rim of the cup. The cold ceramic felt grounding yet made me increasingly anxious. Outside, the street bustled with activity; car horns mixed with hurried footsteps created an unsettling backdrop. The coffee on the table had long cooled, and the milk foam spread across the surface like scattered water lilies. I held the cup but hadn’t taken a sip.
The moment the café door swung open, I instinctively looked up. It was him. Chen Jiahe—still the same Chen Jiahe. He wore an old plaid shirt and carried a backpack; his smile was as warm yet distant as ever. His steps were steady, each one measured perfectly—not too eager nor too indifferent. Upon seeing me, he nodded and walked straight to my table.
"Li Xiaoyan? Hello, I'm Chen Jiahe." His voice remained deep and clear, each word seemingly chosen with care.
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