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I used to envy those younger characters in dramas and novels, but now I can hardly stand how much clingier he is than my cat. Today, I've decided to break up with him. Although we've had a lot of fun together, I don't have the courage to continue...
Chapter 1
"Stop teasing me. You're 23, I'm 32. I really can't handle this anymore."
I had envied those younger men in movies and novels, but then I found it hard to deal with someone clingier than my kitten.
Today, I decided to break up with him. Although we had a lot of fun together, I just didn't have the courage to continue...
As I opened the door, the rich aroma of spiciness hit me. Peering through the glass door, I saw Andrew Anderson, my boyfriend, wearing a pink apron, busy with preparations.
His tall frame was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, vibrant and bright.
An inexplicable warmth rose in my heart. I shook my head vigorously, trying to dispel the illusion.
Andrew must have heard the noise because he turned and smiled at me. Against the light, his eyes sparkled, and his smile was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
Gosh, his smile was as irresistible as a puppy's, making it hard to resist.
"Hey, you must be tired from work today."
That single greeting made my bones go weak.
Andrew placed the hotpot on the dining table, the broth bubbling and steam swirling. Through the layers of white steam, I gritted my teeth and slowly uttered three words, "Let's break up."
Silence fell.
The broth continued to bubble fiercely.
Andrew looked up, his eyes slightly red, "Do you have someone new?"
I avoided his gaze and shook my head.
"Do you not like me anymore?"
I took a deep breath, feeling helpless, "I like you."
"Then why break up?"
The prawns were delicious, but they were tasteless to me.
Did liking someone mean you had to be together?
I liked flowers, but I didn't have to pick them. I liked the wind, but I couldn't stop it from blowing. I liked water, but I couldn't stop it from flowing. I liked him, but I didn't have to be with him.
If I had to find a reason, there was only one, "I'd had my fill of young love and needed a change of pace."
A heartbreaker, that was me.
His eyes reddened, looking at me pitifully, just like his little tabby, Misty. I glanced at Misty, lounging on the sofa, back straight and ears perked, exuding elegance even while lying down.
Five months ago, I was playing in the neighborhood with Dolly, my ragdoll cat, like a gentle little lady. On the way home, I noticed a little tabby following Dolly from a distance.
Even at the doorstep, the tabby stood far away, its eyes wet, probably from an infection. After I opened the door and crouched down to greet it, the tabby followed Dolly inside.
It was funny that a cat was easily distracted by beauty!
I applied some eye drops to the tabby, but it refused to leave. Three days later, I finally saw a missing cat notice on the community board.
When I took the tabby to building 7, apartment 502, a tall boy answered the door. His hair was curly and tousled, eyes clear, cheeks a bit chubby but with a distinct outline.
In my mind, I labeled Andrew with the trait of youthful vitality.
Because Misty often ran away, Andrew frequently came to building 1, apartment 302 to find me. He would complain, "Hey, Misty was lured away by Dolly."
I laughed, "What should we do then?"
"Hey sis, be kind and take in the cat's owner too."
Who would have thought that Andrew's target had been me all along.
Misty, perhaps made nervous by my intense stare, leaped up and took refuge in the cat bed where it and Dolly stayed.
Regaining my composure, I pulled a bank card from my pocket and placed it on the table. After working for years, I had seen the fickleness of human relationships. What did grand promises and romantic gestures amount to? They were just empty words.
"Tell me, what compensation do you want?"
"Hey, I don't want anything."
Wow, this young man was quite sentimental.
Still a student, untouched by the harshness of society.
"Alright, let's consider this hotpot our farewell meal." I retrieved the bank card from the table.
A farewell needed a sense of ceremony, so we started with a hotpot.
Andrew placed a shrimp in my bowl, his eyes shining, "Hey, your favorite shrimp. It's just a pity I won't be able to share it with you anymore."
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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Chapter 11
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