Then, Ling Momo stood bewildered on the street, looking around for Enson.
But no matter how she searched, she still couldn’t find Enson. Finally, Ling Momo couldn’t help but open her mouth and shout his name loudly. But when she had screamed her throat hoarse, Enson never appeared, and Momo, exhausted, squatted down.
She buried her face between her legs, sobbing uncontrollably, crying as if to pour out all the sadness and grief in her heart.
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She checked the time, it was 3 a.m., yet she felt no trace of sleepiness.
She casually threw on a garment and walked to the window. The night was eerily quiet, the street was silent, no people walked by, no vehicles passed, only the streetlights stood lonelily bright.
Even so, one could still see the thriving prosperity of City X, but her heart felt even more sour and lonely.
She had loved someone, but before she could even express it, she saw the reality of their situation.
But even knowing that there could be no result between her and Enson, knowing she should have given up everything before anything had started, it was better than letting go later, the longer it went, the deeper she fell, the harder it was to extricate herself...
Because that would hurt even more!
Momo felt her heart starting to ache again.
Why, she thought, was she so miserable?
After a six-year first love, painfully on and off, she finally stopped loving, and then she met the warm Enson. Quietly, he stole her heart and just as she gathered the courage to face a new beginning, it was once again nipped in the bud!
Thinking of this, Momo’s tears once again started rolling down uncontrollably.
She couldn’t learn to cling desperately.
She also understood that in love, if one person is indifferent, your adoration, your persistence, is actually nothing more than pestering.
Pestering means, in your eyes it might be infatuation, in others’ eyes it’s being pathetic, and in his eyes, it’s simply annoying!
Thus, it seemed she had no other choice.
Luckily, nothing had started.
Fortunately, things wouldn’t become too awkward.
Momo took out her phone, her fingers trembling, and opened her chat with Enson; she read through their conversation history from the beginning to the end, very carefully.
Word by word, she missed nothing.
She read with utmost seriousness, extreme focus.
Looking back at a conversation with someone, from start to finish, she started smiling, and then she started crying.
From strangers to acquaintances, and then strangers again, it was just that simple.
When she reached the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably.
After reading through once, she read it again; for every message, she deleted one, until her fingers were sore. Finally, she finished deleting.
Facing the empty chat window of Enson, she gritted her teeth, clicked on Delete Friend.
Since they couldn’t be together, couldn’t love each other, then what was the point of holding on, right?
If they couldn’t grow old together, then it was better to forget each other altruistically!
Having taken a deep breath, her fingers trembling severely, Momo at last steeled her heart and confirmed the action.
Enson disappeared completely from her WeChat.