Wang Siyi had made up her mind to stop crying, but the more she tried, the more miserable she felt. For no reason at all, Li Changle's face appeared in her mind again.
She smacked herself on the head. Wang Siyi, where's your resolve?
Then she remembered leaning against Li Changle's shoulder when he'd taken her to the airport.
Wang Siyi smacked herself on the head several more times, but images of Li Changle kept appearing in her mind, each one different.
Li Changle when she sang for him, Li Changle when she cooked for him, even Li Changle taking care of her when she was drunk—all of him kept appearing in her mind.
Wang Siyi lay flat on the bed in frustration. She picked up her phone and spent a long time browsing her photo album.
There were a few photos she'd secretly taken while Li Changle was cooking. His profile was clearly visible in them, and she'd often looked through those pictures over the past half month.
Whenever she missed him, she'd look at them a few times. Now, with a firm resolve, she decided to delete them.
After deleting the photos, Wang Siyi still didn't feel it was enough. She looked at the pair of watches on the table. She'd bought them for Li Changle.
But now she didn't want to give him one. Why should she? She'd give them to her parents instead. They were a couple's watches, so one for each of them was just right.
She'd wear the one she'd originally bought for her mother. What was the big deal? If he didn't like her, she didn't care for him either.
Once Wang Siyi had made up her mind, she stopped wiping her tears and went to wash her face. She couldn't let her