Xu Qingyue laughed softly, her hoarse voice like a beautiful melody trying to bewitch people: "Xiao Zheng, I just want to be friends with you, why are you so nervous?"

No matter how foolish Yan Zheng was, after all that had happened, he clearly understood that Xu Qingyue still had feelings for him. He closed the kitchen door and whispered, "If you want to be friends, why are you asking around for my contact information at the class reunion?"

"Do you think I will believe your words?"

Xu Qingyue's tone suddenly became aggrieved: "I asked you for your contact information, but you didn't give it to me. I had no choice but to ask for it myself."

Yan Zheng felt helpless and had a headache: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course." Xu Qingyue said pitifully, "I rarely come back to China, and I just want to see you. It's not an excessive request. Why don't you want to?"

"Xu Qingyue!" Yan Zheng's voice suddenly became high-pitched, but the next second he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I have a girlfriend now, did you know?"

"I know. You've told me many times." Xu Qingyue said softly, like a student in training. "I want to meet you. What does it have to do with you having a girlfriend?"

It's like this again! Yan Zheng resisted the urge to run away and said, "You are my ex-girlfriend. Do you think it's appropriate for me to meet you?"

"Why don't you just not tell her?" Xu Qingyue changed her tone and continued, "Besides, she's just your girlfriend now, not your wife. It's okay for us to meet."

Yan Zheng's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "I won't meet you."

The microphone was silent for a few seconds. Just when Yan Zheng thought he had finally convinced Xu Qingyue, Xu Qingyue asked in a very strange tone: "Yan Zheng, what are you afraid of?"

These words hit Yan Zheng's heart like a heavy hammer, making him stunned as if he was possessed by a demon.

Xu Qingyue said in her bewitching voice, "You know, the more people fear something, the more they will resist it."

"You haven't wanted to meet me yet. What are you resisting?"

"Let me guess, it's probably not just for my girlfriend."

"Perhaps it's because you still have a little attachment to me in your heart. After all, when you were sick, it was me who stayed with you all night long. It was me who patiently endured your sensitive emotions and accompanied you through the most difficult time in your life."

"How could you forget me so easily and completely accept a woman you've only known for a few months?"

"You're afraid that after meeting me, you'll suddenly realize that your love for your current girlfriend isn't as deep as you imagined. You'll still have a lingering thought about me. Given your personality, you'll definitely feel guilty and be plagued by the resentment of your conscience every day. So, you've simply given up on this thought."

"I've read your diary. That woman was so nice to you. Even if you didn't really love her, you would still marry her, right?"

"...Don't say anymore." Yan Zheng didn't know why his voice was trembling. He felt as if his body was empty, unable to think or make a decision.

Xu Qingyue laughed again, with a confident look on her face: "Xiao Zheng, are you sure you've completely forgotten me?"

"That woman, are you sure she's not just some driftwood you've just come ashore with in your middle age?"

These words echoed in Yan Zheng's head as if they were filled with magic. The sound gradually grew louder, and finally turned into a huge bell sound that struck his brain, making it feel like it was about to explode.

Does he really love Sang Tianen?

A strange feeling rose from his heart and spread rapidly throughout his body like a virus. Yan Zheng had to lean against the snow-white wall, covering his chest with his left hand, and gasping for breath.

His heart was beating wildly in panic, which was a symptom of a panic attack. The disease he once thought was cured had recurred.

Xu Qingyue continued on the phone: "A man in his thirties wants to find a good-looking woman to marry. I don't blame you, but Yan Zheng, are you sure she can accept you at your worst?"

"She knows you were stripped naked and thrown into the alley, and…"

"Enough!" Yan Zheng growled, his face turning pale. He tried his best to suppress the palpitations in his heart and said breathlessly, "You don't need to say these words to provoke me anymore. We broke up ten years ago, and this is the end."

Xu Qingyue seemed to have sensed something was wrong with him. She changed her aggressive demeanor and asked anxiously, "Xiao Zheng, are you sick? Where are you? I'll take you to the hospital!"

Yan Zheng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said, "Xu Qingyue, considering that we once loved each other, could you please not disturb my peaceful life now?"

Xu Qingyue was speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds she whispered, "Your life is peaceful, but mine?"

The voice is filled with endless sadness.

Yan Zheng no longer had time to think about the true meaning of her words. He hung up the phone and slowly slid down the wall to the ground.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest. He covered his face in pain and waited quietly for the symptoms to pass.

I sat on the cold tiles for half an hour until the sliding door was opened and Sang Tianen's surprised voice rang out: "Why are you sitting on the ground?"

Yan Zheng's body moved, and he slowly raised his bloodless face, revealing a pale smile: "Why did you come down?"

Sang Tianen pulled him up from the ground. His hands were cold and he frowned, "What happened? Why did you get yourself like this?"

Yan Zheng's eyes suddenly became moist. Yes, why did he make himself like this?

He hugged Sang Tianen's warm body and asked in a low voice: "Xu Qingyue called me just now. She asked me if I really forgot her."

"I don't know why I suddenly became scared, because I found that I still clearly remembered that she was the one who stayed with me when I was most desperate."

"I can't seem to forget her completely."

"What should I do? I remember you said you can't tolerate any sand in your eyes. Will you still want me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."