This is the seventh year that Lin Zhao and I have known each other.
The seven-year itch.
The conflict between me and him became increasingly apparent. Just ten hours ago, he and I had had a heated argument.
For what?
For our love, our family, our relatives and friends.
So I knew it was time for me to break up with him.
This isn't the first time I've had this idea. But I know that this time is definitely not the previous grudge, this time may be a complete break.
So I started smiling. The corners of the lips are turned upward at 15 degrees.
I smiled at him, pretending to be relieved.
I can't let him see the pain in my heart, just like I have to pretend not to know the pain in his heart.
I finally said those cruel words to him.
Let's break up.