On the fifth day of the cold war with Zhao Feng, I felt uneasy and for the first time accidentally opened the spare mobile phone he left at home.
Before that, I trusted him without reservation, didn't interfere with his friendships, didn't pry into his past secrets, and gave him enough boundaries.
However, this time, an inexplicable intuition made me feel that something was quietly changing.
A chat box named "Zhi Rong" was pushed to the top. It was like a sharp stone that plunged into my already restless heart, causing ripples.
Zhi Rong, that was the name of his first love, a person who had left a deep mark on his life.
My hands were shaking uncontrollably, as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and I slowly clicked through the chats, which were densely packed with extremely ambiguous text messages between them.
I was like an uninvited guest, a voyeur who sneaked into other people's world, quietly flipping through their chat records one by one. Every word was like a sharp knife, piercing my heart.
Purpose: Reject cold violence.
