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He called me out for a walk as usual.
As night fell, the campus was bathed in a dim yellow light, and only sparse footsteps echoed along the tree-lined path. Wang Yi walked beside me, reaching out to take my hand.
His palm was warm, but I felt nothing but coldness.
"What's wrong with you today?" His voice was gentle, as if soothing a hurt child. "Are you feeling tired lately? How about we go out this weekend to relax?"
I looked up at him, his familiar face adorned with a concerned smile. His eyes curved like crescent moons, as warm as ever.
But now, that face made me feel nauseous.
"I'm fine," I replied softly, pulling my hand away. The moment my fingertips brushed against the air, I felt an unexpected sense of relief.
He paused for a moment, then smiled and leaned closer. "Really? If something's bothering you, you can tell me."
His tone was casual, even laced with a hint of playfulness. But images of him chatting with Zhang Nana flooded my mind—
"Meng Yan is always meddling in everything; it's so annoying."
"You're so gentle and considerate; it feels nice."
A wave of nausea churned in my stomach, and I struggled to suppress it.
The silence on the tree-lined path ensnared us both tightly.
Wang Yi seemed to sense something, and he attempted to break the silence. "Are you really okay? You seem a bit off lately..."
"Wang Yi." I suddenly stopped in my tracks and turned to face him.
His expression froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Hmm? What’s wrong?"
"What’s going on between you and Zhang Nana?" My voice was surprisingly calm.
The air instantly thickened.
Wang Yi's smile faltered, and he blinked as if he didn't understand my words. "What... do you mean?"
"Stop pretending." I locked my gaze onto his eyes, speaking each word deliberately. "I've seen your chat history."
"You misunderstood. Zhang Nana and I are just ordinary friends."
He tried to explain, but what I saw in his eyes was not innocence; it was guilt.
In that moment, I suddenly felt like a joke.
I had thousands of photos on my phone, all filled with memories of the two of us.
From the shy selfies we took when we first met, to the little videos of us holding hands during our first trip together, to the countless selfies from our everyday lives—these images that once meant everything to me now felt like knives stabbing at my heart.
I remembered last summer when I gave up an internship opportunity at a media company just to accompany him for the Student Council election.
For an entire month, I helped him prepare his speech, design campaign posters, and even meticulously revised every word of his social media updates.
And what about him?
After successfully winning the election, he got drunk with the Student Council members, yet he never once uttered a word of thanks to me.
Then there was his birthday. That day, I spent half a month's living expenses to buy him a limited edition watch, running all over the mall on an empty stomach just to see the surprise on his face when he unwrapped the gift.
But now, thinking back, did he ever hold Zhang Nana's hand while wearing that watch?
Over the past year, to accommodate his lifestyle, I gave up my beloved sweets, learned to play basketball like he does, and made an effort to fit into his circle of friends. I even canceled my weekend writing competitions just to cheer him on during his games.
But what did I get in return?
A complete betrayal!
Memories flooded back of Wang Yi's promises: "You are the most important person in my life," "We will definitely be together forever."
Those words sounded so sincere at the time, but now they feel utterly ironic!
Looking at the face before me, tears streamed down once again, but this time they were fueled by anger and resentment. My heart had long been shattered.
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