That question sank into the river of time, never to surface again.
Li Qingxi still remembered the shock of hearing Yun Xiaoran say those words that day, along with the disgust in her eyes, and how she had then told Liu Yi about it.
The two of them broke up.
Some relationships had died long ago and were only buried on the day of the breakup.
But it was really nothing more than officially announcing that no one was pursuing her anymore and that she urgently needed a devoted simp.
Li Qingxi held her phone in a daze, utterly unable to make a sound. She simply sat in silence, her chest feeling far more than a little tight, struggling to breathe.
The biting sarcasm she had imagined from Yun Xiaoran never came.
Nor did the questions she had imagined he would demand answers to.
It was as though he had gone to sleep after sending that message.
It was as though, if only Yun Xiaoran had mocked her, she could have found some consolation and told herself something that would make her feel better.
Yun Xiaoran's reply was polite, but its earnestness and bluntness left no room for negotiation. He had no intention of stringing Li Qingxi along or mocking her.
Unlike those strange, absurdly melodramatic stories online, Yun Xiaoran respected her and treated their relationship sincerely.
This was simply a story about a clean breakup, after which the pieces could never be put back together.
Looking back, they had shared an enviable romance, unforgettable moments, and even that historic instant when they made their relationship official.
But the reason short stories could captivate people and linger in their minds long after a single reading...
Was precisely that they had no before or after. They could remain in that moment