It is now past midnight, and fortunately, my body is still in good shape. The breathlessness I felt a couple of days ago has disappeared. Thank you all for your concern, kind readers.

Last night, around nine o'clock, she came to find me.

It's not a good thing, she saw this article on tofu.

Her first words were: ''

"Is this being made public like this?"

What does it matter to be open? I've been afraid of attracting attention from the public. What I fear is the peculiar gaze you have towards me.

As the saying goes, "Speak of the devil."

She got angry.

"What should I do if my friend finds out?"

"Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

"If my sisters see this, what should I do if they ask about it???"

As soon as I saw these N question marks, I knew that she wasn't simply asking out of curiosity but genuinely angry.

To be honest, I was quite angry too.

First of all: if you viewers knew the last words she said to me before we broke up, you would also be as angry as I am.

Secondly, I always feel that she is now looking at me with a gaze of "otherness". Apart from feeling a chill in my heart, I also sense a piercing pain in my spine.

I once doubted, were we the ones who were in love before? Why does it feel like now, it's as if I'm the only one in this relationship?

I can understand that her terrified and angry reaction stems from her being a lesbian.

These three words are so terrifying! Terrifying enough to make one tear off their own face and replace it with an ugly grimacing mask, so horrifying that even a mere glimpse would send shivers down one's spine.

I don't know if the sarcasm in my previous words was clear or not, but at that moment, there were only three words in my mind: Go, your, mother!

I wrote this article, making a significant mental preparation that she would probably never understand. It can be said that by writing such a piece, I have violated her human rights, but I did not mention her name, her background, or even where she is from. But you all know my surname is Zhi, where I am, what I do, and how tall I am. Isn't that right?

After yet another big argument, I made a decision.

Keep writing.

The story continues.

I am a writer of sweet novels. Those who have read my works should know that everything I write is incredibly sweet, to the point of being a bit cloying.

Here I have to put on a show, but in reality, I'm someone who's very good at flirting. I don't even know where I obtained this skill from—it definitely wasn't from having too many relationships, probably just a naturally large imagination when it comes to love.

If the ending of our story is good, it should be a super delicious big cake.

Unfortunately.

After asking her for an extra kiss, we decided to have a meal together.

Of course, my mood is great. When my mood is good, I become talkative, especially talkative, saying anything that comes to mind. So, throughout the journey, we chatted nonstop, even forgetting the customary "cigarette before mealtime" we usually have right before eating.

Before going abroad, she was not the same as she is now. She has become more talkative. Her smile has even become more radiant. It seems that she has also become more open, freely using a few small swear words in her speech.

I don't really care about these things. I'm not a particularly cultured girl either. Perhaps this is a common problem among people from Beijing. Originally, with my strong accent and fast-paced speech, my words were interlaced with profanities and slang, making it impossible to make out any clues.

Since I am like this, I even care less about what she does.

At the dining table, she ordered a large plate of fried rice and said, "This is probably the one thing I've missed the most about returning to my home country!"

I took the opportunity to interrupt and said, "Are you tired of eating Western food in foreign countries?"

"Yeah, tell me about it!" She shook her head in frustration and said, "Western food is so greasy! I've gained so much weight! The rice over there feels like it's been sitting for three days - chewy and tasteless, all sticky and gross... I've been surviving by cooking some stir-fried dishes every day!"

"Have you gained weight?" I looked at her slim figure and felt a bit confused. "You haven't gained weight, right? I think you still look the same as before going abroad."

"Sis, are you kidding me!" The girl beside me exaggeratedly stumbled, grabbing my hand and shaking it twice. "She has gained so much weight! Haven't you noticed? Or are you busy flattering her?"

I still had a bewildered look on my face and said, "No way..."

I swear, I really didn't notice that she had gained weight at the time. Perhaps, because it was her, she always looked beautiful no matter how you looked at her.

I feel a little sour.

However, she naturally became extremely happy after hearing that. She hurried over and rubbed against me for a long time, saying, "You still love me, right~?"

"Of course!" I couldn't let go of such a small opportunity and allowed her to hold onto my arm, while my heart blossomed into a flower.