On the day we broke up, I was splashed in the face by the school belle.
Everyone around was laughing, but I laughed - because I heard what she was saying in her heart:
"Why doesn't this poor guy get out of here?"
What surprised me even more was that the fat girl in the corner who was always being laughed at was thinking:
"Lin Feng is so handsome when he wears street stall stuff..."
I turned around and walked towards her: "Classmate, are you in need of a boyfriend?"
She blushed and nodded.
The next second, a Rolls-Royce stopped at the school gate, and the housekeeper bowed respectfully: "Miss, please go home."
The whole school was dead silent.
My ex-girlfriend's screams sounded from behind me, and I didn't even look back.
Later someone asked me, do I regret it?
I glanced at my wife beside me, who had become a goddess, and then at my regretful ex-girlfriend not far away.
Regret?
I only regret not hearing their hearts earlier.
