I didn't argue with Evan anymore; I just treated him indifferently.

On the one hand, I was not good at arguing; on the other hand, I hadn't figured out how to handle this relationship.

In the past, when I saw similar posts online, I always thought, "What else is there to consider? The girl should break up with that guy and find someone else. Why waste time on an unworthy relationship?"

But when things really happened to me, I realized that being carefree only existed in imagination.

Ten years, not ten days, not ten months, but a solid 40 seasons.

Even if we might break up, our connections remain strong.

In the end, Evan couldn't resist but yield to me first.

That day, I left work early and went home.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw candles arranged in the shape of a heart on the floor, and balloons stuck to the wall in the shape of flowers.

Evan walked out of the kitchen with something and was stunned when he saw me.

"Why did you come back so early today?" He spoke.

He gently set down what he held and approached to take my hand. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head with his other hand and shyly mumbled, "I meant to surprise you, Zoe. Please don't be angry with me. You have no idea how hard it's been for me these past days, with you ignoring me like that."

I was a bit dizzy, remembering our first argument.

I had forgotten why I was angry, but I remembered that I had said harsh words and would never forgive him unless he confessed to me in front of everyone.

When I made this request, I intended to make things difficult for him. Because, according to his personality, he would never do such a thing.

To my surprise, he had foolishly gone ahead and purchased a bunch of candles, rushing to the girls' dormitory to confess his feelings to me. But before I could even emerge, he was unceremoniously doused with a bucket of water by the dormitory supervisor.

Despite being reduced to a soggy mess, he still pleaded with me pathetically, "Zoe, please don't shut me out. If you do, I won't know how to go on."

At this moment, Evan in front of me overlapped with the young Evan from years ago.

"I promise you, I won't make you angry anymore. I will keep my distance from Yuga. No, not just her, but I will keep my distance from all females. I won't have any contact with her anymore. Please don't be angry with me, okay?"

His kiss landed on my forehead, and I didn't dodge it.

In the end, I softened.

Seeing Evan's happy expression, I also forced a smile.

"Evan, I hope you won't disappoint me again." I thought.

We made up.

I didn't know what Evan said to Yuga.

For a long time, Yuga didn't bother our lives anymore.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original state.

But I knew that some things had changed.

Evan occasionally stared at his phone and smoked more fiercely.

As for me, I used to be very determined to get married, but when Evan mentioned getting a marriage certificate, I instinctively refused, "Let's wait a little longer; I don't think I'm ready yet."

He raised an eyebrow after hearing my words, "Still need to prepare? I've been waiting for this day since the first day of our relationship."

"Is that so?" Looking at his smile, I couldn't tell if it was genuine or fake; I said, "Just consider me having premarital jitters."

[Honey, I made a reservation at the restaurant you've always wanted to go to. I'll pick you up later.] It was a message that Evan had just sent to my phone.

Today was a special day, the tenth anniversary of my relationship with Evan.

I stared at this message, feeling a mixture of sweetness and melancholy. It felt as though I were walking on air, yet unable to touch down in reality.

Evan came to pick me up in the evening, and we ate dinner.

During the interval of waiting for the traffic light, his phone rang.

After answering the phone, his face suddenly changed, then he hung up and started the car to turn around.

"What's wrong? Is it about the company..."

"Zoe," Evan interrupted me, his thin lips tightly pursed, "Yuga has committed suicide and is now in the hospital."

I was stunned, "How could this be..."

"I don't have time to explain, and I have to go to the hospital now," said Evan.

Seeing him in a state of confusion, I didn't say anything more.

We arrived at the hospital.

Yuga lost her former vitality, lying weakly on the sickbed with a pale face and thick bandages on her wrists.

When he saw Yuga, Evan shouted, "Are you crazy? Can you even commit suicide?"

Yuga's tears fell, "You were going to marry her, right? What does my life or death have to do with you?"

"Do you seriously believe I desire to be concerned with you...?" Evan said.

"I understand! It's all because of my father. I don't require you to remind me; I know this. Evan, having feelings for you is excruciating, yet I can't seem to shake you off; I truly can't. I've tried to distance myself from you, even going abroad for a while. But even with thousands of miles between us, you still occupy my thoughts," said Yuga.

Evan's lips pressed tight, pain etched in his eyes.

He probably didn't realize how anxious he looked.

I stood there and suddenly felt that everything in front of me was so absurd.

I just laughed out loud.

The people in the ward looked at me, Evan grabbed my hand and frowned, "Zoe, what are you laughing at?'

I shook off his shackles without saying a word and walked out of the ward.

After a while, Evan also came out.

I looked at him, "Evan, are you coming back with me? Our anniversary is not over yet. You promised me that you wouldn't care about her anymore."

"Come back with me; as long as you return with me, I will pretend nothing happened." I thought.

But Evan's tone was harsh, "What time is it, and you're still thinking about the anniversary?"

After speaking, he seemed to realize that his attitude was not good, and he softened his voice to coax me, "Zoe, I had said that I wouldn't care about her anymore, but now she committed suicide because of me; I can't just leave her alone. I know you're not comfortable in your heart, but for the sake of human life, be more generous, okay?"

"What does it have to do with me, whether she is alive or dead?" I said indifferently, "You want to stay and accompany her, right? Okay, I got it."

He grabbed my hand tightly, suppressing his anger, and said, "Zoe, don't throw a tantrum now."

I was about to speak when I heard Yuga's sobbing from the ward.

As soon as he let go, Evan said, "Listen, you go home first."

Then he walked into the ward without looking back.

In front of my eyes, everything was blurry.

In the following days, Evan did not come back. Instead, he sent me messages regularly to report his whereabouts.

It seemed that this could prove their innocence.

I was really being unreasonable.

The phone vibrated for a moment.

A friend request popped up, with the friend verification saying, [I am Yuga.]

I frowned; I really didn't know what we had to talk about.

I added her to the blacklist.