Jazzy Yorkshire and Wanda Sheraton had been dating for 1,999 days and broke up for the 999th time over a trivial matter. Breaking up had become a common occurrence in Wanda and Jazzy's relationship.
The 999th breakup happened on the 1,997th day of their relationship. As usual, when Wanda was trying to coax him back to her side, she overheard his conversation with a friend.
"Don't you just see Hanley as a substitute for Wanda? Then why do you want to marry Hanley?"
Jazzy stayed silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "At first, I did see her as a substitute when Wanda wasn’t around. But somehow, I realized I couldn’t leave Hanley."
His friend asked, "But don’t you still love Wanda deeply? You and Wanda have broken up 999 times. You once agreed that if you were still together after the 1000th breakup, you would get married."
Jazzy smiled with confidence. "There won’t be a thousandth breakup. From now on, I’ll pamper her, treat her twice as well and never give her the chance to break up for the hundredth time."
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Wanda stood outside the door, feeling as if her heart was being crushed by an invisible hand. A suffocating feeling swept over her entire body.
She could barely remember how she and Jazzy had endured these 999 breakups. Not long ago, these memories were so vivid—every heartbreak, every moment of reluctance, every regret, every bitterness...
When they were in school, Jazzy had been a thin boy, but he always hung out with a group of friends who loved to fight and cause trouble, brandishing sticks and knives, shouting louder than anyone else. Even during fights, he always rushed to the front.
Yet, only when he was with Wanda did he show a rare elegance, a trace of gentleness, even blushing from shyness. Only with Wanda could Jazzy be truly gentle. Because of this, Jazzy left an indelible impression on Wanda—one she could never forget.
Later, Jazzy had taken the initiative to pursue Wanda, but she rejected him many times. Frustrated, he became reckless and self-indulgent. He started hanging out with different girls every day, playing wildly with his friends and staying out all night.
Eventually, Wanda could no longer stand it and sought him out to talk. "You shouldn’t be so foolish."
Jazzy replied indifferently, shouting, "You’re not even my family. Why do you care so much about me?"
He continued down his dark path, lost in his own excesses.
Wanda couldn’t bear it any longer and confronted him again. "When will you become a good boy?"
Jazzy stepped closer to her and kissed her for the first time. It was a deep, lingering kiss that lasted for ten minutes. With their breath mingling, both of their eyes turned hazy and unclear.
For the first time, Wanda let everything go and held Jazzy tightly without hesitation.
Jazzy said with a hint of mischief, "If you want me to be a good boy, then you have to be my girlfriend."
This time, Wanda didn’t hesitate. "I promise you. I love you. I’ll love you to death in this life and I’ll never leave you."
Jazzy smiled and teased, "Really? Can you swear it?"
Without thinking, Wanda raised her hand. "I swear, I, Wanda, will love Jazzy until death. If I break this promise, God—"
Before she could finish, Jazzy silenced her with another kiss. That kiss was sweet—so sweet.
Wanda felt like her life had never been so free, so blissful, so utterly comforting.
She felt that this must be her whole life and she would die without regrets. But just nine days later, Jazzy proposed to break up.
The reason was: "You don't love me anymore."
"If you love me, why don’t you want to drink with me, sleep with me, go wild with me and be crazy with me? If you love me, you will accept everything about me and enjoy everything about me—my strengths, my flaws, what I like and what I hate. You have to embrace them all. If you love me, you will accept everything unconditionally, won’t you?"
That was the first time Wanda, known as the strongest academic achiever, had been asked a question she could not answer.
For the first time in her life, she couldn’t solve the equation. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure it out. She truly didn’t know how to answer this question.
Until three days later, when Wanda realized she truly couldn’t lose Jazzy. She began trying to accept the answer he had given her and do what he asked.
Until now. Wanda felt she had done everything Jazzy demanded, enduring all his rationality and irrationality. The 999th breakup. Just one more time to make it perfect.
She was full of expectations—yet she heard another answer from Jazzy, "I am your only one, but you are no longer mine. I love you. I love you deeply... but I have also fallen in love with someone else—and I married her. I will not give you the 1000th chance to break up. From now on, you and she must both stay with me forever."
What a ridiculous, cruelly ironic answer. The second breakup. The second heartbreak.
This time, Wanda found she had no tears left. Perhaps they had already dried up because of Jazzy. Or maybe when pain reached its extreme, all that remained was emptiness.
At last, Wanda understood. "So, the answer to this question was never what Jazzy said. His answer was not the only standard answer."
Wanda turned around and made a phone call. "Mom, I want to go abroad... to your place."
Her mother sounded surprised. "Wanda, are you really willing?"
Wanda could no longer suppress the pain in her heart. "Mom, I want to stay with you—and never leave again."
Her mother spoke with tender concern. "Wanda, don’t cry. No matter what happens, Mom will protect you. I will never let you suffer again. I’ll start preparing everything for you to come abroad immediately."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Wanda returned home.
Her mother’s secretary sent a message: [Miss, your procedures for going abroad and settling in have all been arranged. If there is nothing urgent, your flight ticket will be booked for two weeks from now.]
In the past, Wanda would have thought two weeks was short. But now, it felt unbearably long.
She dismissed the nanny, the cook and the housekeeper in the villa. Then she contacted an agent and put the villa up for sale. There was no need to return. She didn’t want to see the memories here anymore.
On the third day, Jazzy couldn’t wait to call.
"Wanda, what are you doing? Why haven’t you come to coax me back? This is our 999th breakup—just one more and it’ll be the 1000th time."
Listening to Jazzy’s urging voice over the phone, Wanda felt the bitter irony. No couple would ever looked forward to a breakup—yet she had looked forward to it for five years. No couple could break up countless times and then return to each other. But she had endured it 999 times.
Wanda didn’t want to tell Jazzy that she was leaving, only said weakly, "I’m tired, really tired."
Jazzy was surprised to hear Wanda’s answer, "Why would you be tired? It’s going to be the 1,000th time, only one left. Don’t you want me to come back to you soon?"
Wanda shook her head and said, "But this time it’s your fault."
This answer shocked Jazzy again.
He said with dissatisfaction, "It’s my fault, so what? Every time we broke up, you couldn’t wait to coax me, you couldn’t bear being apart from me even for a minute and you never cared who was right or wrong!"
"But this time, I’m very tired—and I care a lot." Wanda said weakly, then hung up the phone.
In less than a second, Jazzy called again.
Before, after every breakup, Wanda would be thrilled to see Jazzy calling her and would rush to answer. Listening to his complaints, his dissatisfaction, his nonsense…
But this time, Wanda truly didn’t want to hear any of it. She just wanted to wait quietly for half a month, then leave silently.
She turned off her phone and went to take a bath.
But what Wanda didn’t expect was that in less than fifteen minutes, the bathroom door opened. Jazzy stood in front of her, panting.
Looking at Wanda lying in the bathtub enjoying herself, Jazzy asked with frustration, "Why don’t you coax me back to you? Why do you want me to bow down to you? Have you forgotten our promise?"
"If you really love me, you’ll accept everything about me unconditionally—my strengths and flaws, my likes and dislikes. Stay with me when I cry, when I make trouble, when I laugh, when I go crazy… You have to accept all of this!"
Facing Jazzy’s one-sided questioning, Wanda suddenly realized how foolish her past self had been.
She looked at Jazzy calmly, "Do you know what truth these 999 breakups have made me understand?"
Jazzy was slightly curious, "What is it?"
"Love is a two-way rush, not a one-way compromise."
Jazzy froze. He stared at Wanda blankly.
Wanda said nothing else and rose from the bathtub. Water splashed down her perfect curves, filled with intoxicating allure. And this perfect S-line didn’t exist before.
It was because Wanda once saw Jazzy scrolling short videos, full of hot beauties. From that day on, Wanda exercised daily, controlled her diet, rain or shine—just to become the most flawless image in Jazzy’s eyes.
"No, it’s not like that!" Jazzy rushed forward recklessly, hugged Wanda tightly and whispered in her ear, "Our love is a two-way run, not a one-way compromise like you said. My feelings for you are real."
He began kissing her desperately.
It was like countless times before—whenever Wanda got angry, as long as Jazzy lowered his pride a little and gave a sweet kiss… Then they would ignite like dry firewood at a single spark.
She couldn’t count how many times the same scene had played out. She only knew the whole villa—upstairs and downstairs, balcony, bedroom, study, living room, bathroom—all had witnessed their passion ignite.
But this time, he was pushed away by Wanda.
At this moment, Jazzy was really scared. He had never had such a strong feeling, afraid of losing Wanda.
