Since they were the only single people in the group, he took great care of her along the way. She went from rejecting his advances to accepting them, and eventually to becoming dependent on him. After a series of internal struggles, especially on a night on the grasslands, the two of them lay on the vast field, watching the stars and the moon, happily talking about life. It was the first time she felt how blissful it was to have him by her side.
When they parted ways, she asked for his phone number and QQ number, hoping to start their relationship on a perfect note. He smiled, recited a string of numbers, and then walked away.
As soon as she got home, she picked up the phone to call him, wanting to surprise him. A woman answered, and she was puzzled but reported his name. The woman said, “You have the wrong number.”
She double-checked the number he gave her. It was correct, but every time she called, it was the same woman answering, who eventually warned her that if she called again, she would report her for harassment.
Dejected, she turned on her computer to add his QQ. To her dismay, the number was invalid, and no such person existed. In her frustration, she cursed, “Liar!” But after cursing, she collapsed on the sofa like a deflated balloon. He had never shown any special interest in her or made any inappropriate moves. What was she blaming him for?
In the days that followed, she could only lick her wounds and learn to forget.
One day, when the sky was very blue, she saw him on the road, supporting a pregnant woman as they intimately walked out of a hospital. Their eyes met briefly before he quickly looked away.
She could only bow her head and walk past him.
It turns out that love is nothing more than an insignificant journey.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
