She looked at the sparkling river in the distance and suddenly asked, “If Tiffany calls, can you refuse the call?”
Richie frowned, somewhat uneasy about my assumption, “It was all coincidence before, you don't have to target her like that.”
“What if?” I asked.
Just as I finished speaking, a shrill ringtone suddenly rang out. As if it was destined, it would always come at the last moment, with a proud and confident attitude and forcefully break in.
There was a lot of noise around, but it could not cover up the ringing sound.
I looked at the word ‘Tiff’ flashing on the screen and his emotions seemed to no longer be aroused.
But she still looked at Richie and whispered, “Richie, now you can tell me the answer.”
The last syllable unconsciously trembled slightly. Seven years of love came pouring in, tormenting my heart repeatedly. Even if I let go, I still wanted to struggle one last time.
Just one last time.
Richie looked unhappy. He hesitated for a long time while holding the phone and finally said, “She may have something urgent to do. Don't think too much about it.”
My throat seemed to be blocked by cotton and I could not make any sound.
I looked at Richie's unhesitating figure and felt that my last bit of dignity was ruthlessly smashed.
The fragments on the ground were like countless twisted smiling faces, mocking me for overestimating my own abilities.
Half an hour later, I saw Tiffany's post. The caption read, [No need to say it, someone is in a hurry to meet my parents. So lovely.]
In the photo, Richie carefully and thoughtfully served food to Tiffany's parents, with an eager look on his face. He really looked like a son-in-law meeting the parents.
I closed the app, deleted Tiffany and sent Richie one last message, [0.]
