A Vast Ocean Gathered in Her Eyes

Today is one year and one hundred and six days since I was with her, and we broke up. I know she is a crybaby, she likes to cry and can't stop crying. So I didn't dare to talk face to face, and I didn't plan to break up easily. We were still shopping for groceries together in the evening, and we were still planning to eat her specialty dish, braised pork ribs, on the weekend. It's fine now, the weekend is gone, it's all gone… This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.