I broke up with Lan. Lan is a very nice girl, very beautiful and gentle. Although many friends said I was stupid to leave her, I still let go, even though I really couldn't bear it.
On the first day, she didn't get out of bed and covered herself tightly with the blanket. Her dorm mates didn't dare to comfort her. She didn't eat all day, didn't even brush her teeth or wash her face, and at night when she slept, I heard her sobbing under the blanket.
On the second day, she ate today, forced by her dorm mates to do so. Her eyes were red. I always said she was a crybaby, and she would always pout and say she wasn't.
On the third day, she dressed very provocatively and went into a bar, drank a lot, and looked around the room with a very seductive gaze. Many people came up to chat with her, saying, "Miss, you're so beautiful." She drank a lot, and when a man old enough to be her father said to her, "Miss, let me take you home," she poured all her drink on his face. That damn old man raised his hand to hit her, but Xiao Mu and the others came and saved Lan. I knew all of this because I was watching from a corner of the bar.
On the fourth day, she got up early, was busy all morning, and then locked herself in the bathroom for a long time. When her roommates kicked the door open, they all exclaimed, "So clean!"
On the fifth day, she started studying. Actually, she was originally very good at studying, but after we started dating, influenced by me, her grades had declined. This was good, though, to distract her and help her recover quickly.
Three months later... she became the student council president. She became increasingly capable and more cheerful, and she was about to take the graduate entrance exam.
One year later... Many men were around her, many more outstanding than me, but she didn't care at all. However, she and Ling got along well, and rumors about their relationship being ambiguous circulated around campus. She only saw him as a brother, but rumors couldn't be stopped.
Three years later... She was getting married. The groom was Ling. She was writing wedding invitations, one, two, three... up to the twelfth invitation, she cried, lying over the desk, unable to hold back her tears. I looked and saw that on all the wedding cards, the groom's name was mine.
I also wanted to cry, but ghosts cannot cry; I had no tears.Three years ago, I was crossing the street and got into a car accident, holding a cake to celebrate her birthday in my hands. Did you understand...
