On the night when he turned eighteen, Jiang Chiyan stood in the rain with a fourteen-inch cake in hand, like an unwanted child, exuding embarrassment and loneliness.
Jiang Chiyan said to the person on the other end of the phone with red eyes, "Come on, let's talk clearly."
Xiang Strontium's voice was trembling, but his words were harsher than anyone else's: "There is nothing left to say between us."
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Six years later.
The two met at a business party.
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The garage was eerily quiet, but no one made a sound.
Until Xiang Strontium coughed, breaking the silence.
"Have you caught a cold?" Jiang Chiyan involuntarily reached out and touched Xiang Strontium's forehead lightly.
No fever.
With only a slight click, he put down his hand.
"Hmm"
Xiang Strontium's eyes were staring elsewhere, but he didn't dare to stare at the person in front of him, for fear that he would suddenly lose control and cry.
"Let's go to the hospital"
After Jiang Chiyan finished speaking, he wanted to hold Xiang Strontium's hand and walk out. Unexpectedly, Xiang Strontium suddenly pulled away and looked at the man holding her with a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes.
"Jiang Chiyan, we have broken up"
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