I swear, if given another chance, I will not eat that piece of cake.
I had a toothache and couldn't sleep for three days, so my best friend took me to the best dental clinic in the city. As soon as the door to the clinic opened, I was stunned.
My primary doctor is my ex-boyfriend who we broke up with five years ago.
Gu Yushen wore a mask, only one eye was exposed, and it was as cold as a scalpel. He opened my mouth, his voice without any warmth:
"Zhang is so big. Let me see how 'sweet' you have been in these years."
My mouth was held up by the instrument, and tears of humiliation rolled in my eyes.
He stirred it in my mouth and said in a cold tone: "This tooth is so deeply decayed. It seems that your emotional stupidity back then has not changed at all."
I thought to myself, after enduring this time, I will never see you again in this life.
As a result, the next day, I received a cold and tough WeChat message from him: "Revisit the doctor at the same time next week. By the way, I am the landlord of your dessert shop and apartment. Let's meet and discuss the terms of the renewal."
The days when my ex-boyfriend monitored my diet 24 hours a day began.
I thought he hated me.
Until that day, in the drawer of his consulting room, I saw the tiramisu from my store that I had bought every Wednesday for five years.
He never ate a bite, so he just left it there for five years.
