Goodbye,My Once Beloved

It wasn't worth it!

Back then, I didn't realize how powerful the daily grind of life could be!

And this so-called ''being good to me'' could be so miserably small.

Love is so fragile. How can it withstand trials?

Jack and I both came from rural areas in other provinces. He had a younger brother, and I also had a younger brother. We both had parents who favored sons over daughters, the difference being, he was the eldest son, enjoying the rare care from his family, while I was a girl, destined to marry and never receiving any special affection at any stage of growth.

As a child, I could only play with toys my brother didn't want, and only ate the snacks he couldn't finish. So, I knew from a young age the importance of studying hard, never daring to miss any chance to change my fate.

Jack and I were the same. We both squeezed through the millions of candidates in the college entrance exam, struggling into a prestigious university in K City, as they say now, we were typical "poor kids."

In our backward rural hometown, we were seen as the most promising children in the neighborhood.

However, it seemed this did not change our fate much!

In K City, a place where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, even with the title of graduate students from a prestigious university, Jack and I could only afford to live in this tiny old room.

How small was our rental?

The house was less than ten square meters, with a shared bathroom and kitchen.

When I first moved in, I went to take a shower and saw through the glass door a man in his forties from next door, his greasy, corpulent body blocking the door, which scared me from ever using that bathroom again.

Our rental was near the city center of K City, close to where Jack and I worked. The rent was expensive, but the room was pitifully small. Apart from a bed, a desk, and two pots, nothing else fit.

Whenever Jack and I were intimate, we had to be extremely careful with our movements. Any slight indulgence would either result in complaints from the neighbors or the sound of those two pots falling off the desk next to the bed.

Such days naturally bred some resentment.

Actually, both Jack's and my jobs weren't bad, our combined salary definitely reached nearly thirty thousand a month.

We scrimped and saved, penny by penny, all to have a home of our own in K City.

''Baby, let's have a child!''

On an ordinary night under dim light, Jack lay beside me, turned towards me, and whispered into my ear.

''What are you thinking? I've already lost two children!''

Remembering what the doctor said last time, I sat up annoyed, shaking off Jack's hand and turning away with a frown.

Jack stayed silent, the air still filled with the scent of hormones.

''My mom has already pushed us to get married and she really wants to have a grandchild. You have already had two abortions, otherwise, you give birth to this child this time!''

Jack moved behind me, his flushed face as if he was proposing, his tone pleasing, even cautiously probing.

And all of this, I couldn't feel a shred of romance.