From Heartbreak and Parting to a Triumphant Comeback

I didn't argue with Evan anymore; I just treated him indifferently.

On the one hand, I was not good at arguing; on the other hand, I hadn't figured out how to handle this relationship.

In the past, when I saw similar posts online, I always thought, "What else is there to consider? The girl should break up with that guy and find someone else. Why waste time on an unworthy relationship?"

But when things really happened to me, I realized that being carefree only existed in imagination.

Ten years, not ten days, not ten months, but a solid 40 seasons.

Even if we might break up, our connections remain strong.

In the end, Evan couldn't resist but yield to me first.

That day, I left work early and went home.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw candles arranged in the shape of a heart on the floor, and balloons stuck to the wall in the shape of flowers.

Evan walked out of the kitchen with something and was stunned when he saw me.

"Why did you come back so early today?" He spoke.

He gently set down what he held and approached to take my hand. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head with his other hand and shyly mumbled, "I meant to surprise you, Zoe. Please don't be angry with me. You have no idea how hard it's been for me these past days, with you ignoring me like that."

I was a bit dizzy, remembering our first argument.

I had forgotten why I was angry, but I remembered that I had said harsh words and would never forgive him unless he confessed to me in front of everyone.

When I made this request, I intended to make things difficult for him. Because, according to his personality, he would never do such a thing.

To my surprise, he had foolishly gone ahead and purchased a bunch of candles, rushing to the girls' dormitory to confess his feelings to me. But before I could even emerge, he was unceremoniously doused with a bucket of water by the dormitory supervisor.

Despite being reduced to a soggy mess, he still pleaded with me pathetically, "Zoe, please don't shut me out. If you do, I won't know how to go on."

At this moment, Evan in front of me overlapped with the young Evan from years ago.

"I promise you, I won't make you angry anymore. I will keep my distance from Yuga. No, not just her, but I will keep my distance from all females. I won't have any contact with her anymore. Please don't be angry with me, okay?"

His kiss landed on my forehead, and I didn't dodge it.

In the end, I softened.

Seeing Evan's happy expression, I also forced a smile.

"Evan, I hope you won't disappoint me again." I thought.

We made up.

I didn't know what Evan said to Yuga.

For a long time, Yuga didn't bother our lives anymore.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original state.

But I knew that some things had changed.

Evan occasionally stared at his phone and smoked more fiercely.

As for me, I used to be very determined to get married, but when Evan mentioned getting a marriage certificate, I instinctively refused, "Let's wait a little longer; I don't think I'm ready yet."

He raised an eyebrow after hearing my words, "Still need to prepare? I've been waiting for this day since the first day of our relationship."

"Is that so?" Looking at his smile, I couldn't tell if it was genuine or fake; I said, "Just consider me having premarital jitters."