Though I knew whatever condition he set would be a trap, I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted the conversation to end. “You have one minute.”
“Are you angry because I said I wanted to sleep with you, or because I lied to you?”
“You—!” That simple question froze me completely. My composure crumbled, and all I could do was evade. “Your question is pointless…”
“You just agreed to answer me.” His gaze was intense, unwavering. “I need to know where I went wrong.”
Chu Ke Huan had no intention of letting me off the hook. With a relentless determination to burn everything down, he was driving me into a corner.
I steadied my breath and recalled his previous words. According to his “love investment” theory, he sought satisfaction in someone else to offset the losses in his original relationship. If that was the case, the best way to end this decisively was to ensure he saw me as an unworthy investment—even if he had once etched me into his world of fantasies.
“Show me your wedding photos,” I said, lifting my chin to meet his eyes.
Chu Ke Huan raised an eyebrow. “The photos haven’t been edited yet.”
“Your wedding company provides candid shots. The salesperson mentioned it. They should already be on your phone.” I extended my hand to him, my gaze firm.
Chu Ke Huan responded with an even firmer refusal.
“If you don’t want to show me, that’s fine. Just don’t come looking for me again. It’ll be simpler that way.”
As I turned to leave, Chu Ke Huan reluctantly unlocked his phone and held it out, showing me the pictures.
I gasped quietly. The couple on the screen shone so brightly they were almost blinding. Forcing myself to look, I quickly feigned indifference, smiled, and handed the phone back to him. “You two look perfect together. Congratulations. So now, you have even less reason to come find me.”
“You’re cruel.” There was a trace of bitterness in his voice. “To me and to yourself.”
“This is who I really am.” Resolute, I walked away without looking back.
Goodbye, Chu Ke Huan. I have to push myself into a corner, severing all possibilities, so that my feelings for you can finally become simpler. Maybe someday in the future, we’ll run into each other again on a street near the office, casually exchanging greetings as if nothing had happened. Or perhaps we’ll exchange glances and tacitly maintain our distance. By then, I’ll be able to think of you as just a former acquaintance, without the need to deliberately pretend I’ve forgotten you. But for now, I need time.
I walked a long way, and Chu Ke Huan didn’t follow. For a moment, I truly believed that was the end.
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