Lin Jiaren lay on the bed and covered her head with a quilt. In the past six years, she had had several insignificant relationships, each of which lasted only three minutes and then ended without any problem. After all these years, I still remember the joy of pursuing Qi Sen, and the sense of loss when I finally gave up.
Qi Sen did not accept or reject Lin Jiaren's confession. The two of them got along so ambiguously, Qi Sen would occasionally come over to have a meal with her, and Lin Jiaren insisted on calling her once a day. Not salty but not bland. Over time, Lin Jiaren, who was taking the initiative, began to have the idea of why she was so proud.
She began to try not to contact Qi Sen, and found that her life was not much different. On New Year's Eve, several girls got drunk in the dormitory. When twelve o'clock came, she sent Qi Sen a text message on time. "Happy New Year."
There was a reply soon, "Thank you." Lin Jiaren put down her phone feebly and looked at her roommate lying on the bed, her thoughts becoming more and more clear. Finally "I gave up"
"OK." The text message came back quickly.
People who say they want to leave often want to try harder, but who would have ever thought about breaking up completely.