"I'm very angry."
"Because—"
"Isn't this going too far?"
Yu Yanyan smiled bitterly, the corners of her eyes faintly red, her voice tinged with hurt. "He was the one who pursued me."
"At first, I was wary of the age gap between us and our differences in personality. I thought we weren't right for each other."
"But in the end, he won me over."
"He's wonderful."
"I... really like him."
She practically whispered those words.
"Even if he doesn't like me anymore..."
"He could just tell me."
"I'm not the kind of girl who won't let go."
"I don't know if I'm reading too much into this..."
"But I can't help wondering if he's trying to use this opportunity to cut ties with me."
"He really is sick, but... he really is trying to cut ties with me, too."
"There was no need."
She shook her head. "Really, all he had to do was tell me."
"And I would have left."
"Does he think I'm the kind of girl he has to get rid of this way?"
The pale green tea in the cup rippled.
Her reflection blurred.
Yu Yanyan froze.
She raised a hand to the corner of her eye.
Had she... been crying?
She had been holding all these words inside for many days.
She hadn't told anyone.
Now that she had finally said them aloud, all the worry, confusion, frustration, fear, pessimism, and sadness she'd felt lately tangled together and poured out.
She felt unbearably wronged.
Some people who cared about her boyfriend had asked her about his situation lately, but she couldn't tell them anything.
She knew no more than they did.
Even if they didn't say it to her face, she knew they all found it strange.
After all,