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"Asu, let's break up, shall we?"
Chenghui's voice gently echoed again, yet it detonated in Jin Su's world like a heavy bomb. The knife and fork clattered to the ground, producing a crisp sound that seemed to play a sorrowful prelude to the impending farewell.
Sister is indeed sister; even breaking up is so tender.
Jin Su did not lift his head, tears streaming down his face one by one.
Finally, he had waited for this moment; he had long anticipated Chengzi's words. He had imagined countless breakup scenarios, over and over again. But it happened here, of all places.
"Look up at me, Asu—"
Chenghui's voice rang out again but was abruptly interrupted by Jin Su.
"Don't call me Asu anymore, Chengzi. Every time you say it, I feel like I'm suffocating a little more."
Slowly, Jin Su raised his head. His bloodshot eyes found Chenghui sitting across from him, her figure blurred through the haze of tears.
This was the first time he had interrupted Chenghui while she was speaking; there were so many firsts in this moment.
He didn't understand why she was crying too, her eyes glistening with tears.
Silence reigned once more. The restaurant was filled only with the looping melody of a song, each note stabbing at his heart like a sharp blade.
"Give me a reason."
Jin Su's voice was hoarse and trembling, remembering how just moments ago they had been passionately kissing.
"There’s no reason. I've thought about this for a long time," Chenghui replied, her voice choked with emotion.
In such a romantic place, they both cried like lost souls.
"You don't want to get married; we don’t have to get married. You don’t want kids; I can accept that. Please, don’t let all our past love turn into something we’re just going through the motions with. Can we?"
As they spoke, they both instinctively reached out to wipe each other's tears away.
"I love you, Chengzi. I really do."
Seeing the person he loved before him with red-rimmed eyes, pleading not to leave or break up—his heartache needed no further explanation.
It felt as if the particles in the air were magnified infinitely; each breath felt like a suffocating weight on his chest and throat. Only by stopping breathing could he alleviate this unbearable sensation.
"After all these years, how could I not know your true feelings? Jin Su, it's precisely because you can accept me for who I am that I've tossed and turned in my thoughts and finally said these words tonight."
"So being with me has troubled you so much?"
Jin Su's eyes darkened, even his tone turning colder.
"Is this what you prepared as breakup gifts?"
"Well, it's quite nice. I didn’t expect Chengzi to have such romantic moments."
"Good then; let’s not get drunk tonight. After this romantic dinner, we’ll part ways."
Damn it, he even managed to rhyme at a time like this.
"Bring me two bottles of brandy and two bottles of whiskey. Get rid of this red wine; I can't stand it."
The waiter nodded and quickly retreated from their table.
Chinese love is indeed complicated. These two guests appeared to be deeply in love, yet they had come to such a romantic place to break up.
Love is love, and not loving is not loving. Wanting to love but not wanting to stay together—doesn't that just contradict itself?
Hearing Jin Su's words about not being together, Cheng Huai felt a pang of heartache. Her shallow nails dug into her flesh, leaving behind a bruise.
Aren't we supposed to drink? Cheers.
The bright red in the goblet was replaced by the amber hue of a glass tumbler. The red wine beside her remained untouched; at this moment, Jin Su was still considering her feelings.
"To our seven years together."
He didn't wait for Cheng Huai to raise her glass; he only wanted to get himself drunk. The spicy bitterness slid down his throat, and Jin Su smiled.
It had been a long time since he had drunk pure whiskey without ice. The taste was good, but it still fell short of his current mood.
Seven years of companionship—the beautiful memories flashed through his mind like scenes from a movie, all dissolving into the alcohol as he swallowed them down.
"To you, who has taken care of me all these years, even though I’m older than you, you’ve always protected me."
Cheng Huai stood up and snatched the half bottle of whiskey from in front of him, taking a big gulp.
It was somewhat amusing; after all these years, Jin Su had no idea how well she could hold her liquor. But seeing her drink so recklessly, he snatched the bottle back from her.
"Who drinks like that?"
The waiter immediately signaled for another glass, and the red wine glass beside Cheng Huai was taken away as well. Before the waiter could act, Cheng Huai poured herself another full glass.
"How I drink doesn’t matter as long as I get it down!"
"To the future without each other," she said for the third toast, but Cheng Huai let out a bitter laugh, realizing she lacked the courage to raise her glass.
"Let’s change that—to our future."
After downing two more glasses, the heat spread through her mouth and tingled every nerve; only then did she belatedly feel dizzy and the overwhelming heartache wash over her.
So it turns out that sister was just putting on a brave front.
Jin Su noticed she was drunk. "Still want to drink, sister?"
Seeing her face flushed from intoxication as she struggled to stay awake, Jin Su could only tease her.
What does it matter if we break up? I don’t care.
In this lifetime, if she can have me accompany her for seven years, there will be a second and a third.
The love I speak of, did you ever agree to it? Cheng Huai propped her head up with her hand, murmuring to herself. What kind of love is my sister talking about? Is she a bit drunk?
Jin Su deliberately pushed his wine glass toward her, trying to test whether Cheng Zi really didn’t love him anymore. Cheng Huai instinctively reached out to grasp his glass, wanting to drink another cup to prove that she wasn’t drunk.
The glass he offered was empty. Her thoughts, like the glass in her hand, were completely exposed to Jin Su.
How could someone you’ve loved for so long easily say they no longer love you? Love, and then talk about breaking up—how unreasonable.
He gritted his teeth and said resentfully, “Then how about this time, let me take you home?”
“No way.” Cheng Huai’s answer was firm.
Isn’t it just a matter of giving me some dignity before we break up? Can’t we do that?
Though he said this, Jin Su had already risen to her side. “If you can’t walk, then lean on me.”
Cheng Huai drowsily leaned against his shoulder, trying to see clearly the man who had always been there for her. Unfortunately, her head was pounding and spinning too much.
The anatomy professor seems to be good only at wielding a scalpel; he doesn’t seem capable of anything else.
“What did you say?”
I said, “Sister, without me, you can’t do anything.”
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