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In the waiting hall, the crowd bustled with activity, and announcements echoed all around.
I dragged my suitcase through the throng, upbeat music playing in my earbuds. It had been weeks since I last communicated with him, and life was gradually falling back into a routine. From the initial discomfort to now feeling numb, it seemed that my life was slowly returning to normal.
With winter break beginning, I had applied to participate in an off-campus exchange program in another province.
This was not only an opportunity for learning but also a chance for me to catch my breath—far away from the gossip and from that person who had disappointed me so deeply.
As I reached the boarding area, a familiar figure suddenly caught my eye.
He was wearing a light gray down jacket, with a few cold snowflakes resting on his shoulders, looking somewhat disheveled. He held two cups of milk tea in his hands, scanning the hall anxiously, a mix of worry and hope on his face.
It was Wang Yi.
I instinctively lowered my head and quickened my pace, trying to avoid him.
"Meng Yan!" His voice stood out clearly amidst the noisy crowd.
I pretended not to hear and continued walking forward, but my steps faltered slightly due to my nervousness.
He caught up to me and blocked my path, offering me one of the cups. "This is your favorite strawberry flavor."
I looked up at him coldly. "What do you want?"
His expression was tinged with a hint of panic. "Meng Yan, I... I want to talk to you."
"What is there left for us to discuss?" My tone was indifferent as I unconsciously twisted the headphone cord between my fingers.
Wang Yi lowered his head, as if gathering the courage to speak. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! It was my fault before; I... I was such a jerk!"
He raised his head to meet my gaze, those eyes that once made my heart flutter now filled with regret and pleading. "During this time without you, I've realized just how much I can't live without you. Zhang Nana isn't a good person; she just can't stand to see us happy. I'll change, I really will! Meng Yan, can you give me one more chance?"
His voice grew increasingly urgent, even drawing the attention of some people around us.
But to me, it all felt absurd and laughable.
"Change?" I scoffed. "Wang Yi, do you really think that saying a few words about 'changing' can make someone forget the pain you've caused?"
He opened his mouth but couldn't find the words.
"Do you know what loyalty is?" My voice was low but each word cut like a knife. "When you were with Zhang Nana, did you ever think about this? Now you come to me saying you're regretful and that you'll change—didn't you say the same things to her?"
His face turned pale in an instant. "It's not like that..."
"Enough." I interrupted him. "Wang Yi, I've already said it before: we are done. Don't try to win me back, and don't disturb my life anymore."
There was no hesitation in my tone.
He couldn't find the words, just staring blankly at me, his eyes filled with disappointment and confusion.
"Meng Yan, I really..."
"Stop bothering me." I tossed the words over my shoulder and turned away, dragging my suitcase behind me without looking back.
He remained rooted to the spot, motionless, as if frozen in time.
The music in my headphones shifted to a gentle and uplifting melody, bringing a sense of relief and hope.
There were countless possibilities ahead, and none of them required Wang Yi to be a part of them.
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