After get off work, I received a WeChat message on the subway and he asked me to pick him up at the station. I don't understand the purpose of doing this. I have to go to work tomorrow, so why come here? Maybe he couldn't stand the current situation in a different place and didn't want to be disconnected anymore, so he came over to formally announce the breakup to me, or... I don't dare to think about it. The station was very lively with people coming and going. He was wearing a long black coat, his hand resting on the handle of the suitcase, looking around. His slender figure stood out among the crowd.
I was relieved. After all, I won the bet. This man who I had ruthlessly abandoned twice could not let me go after all.
Concept: First love is not just for remembering, it can last a lifetime.