But now, I had a splitting headache.
Within a day, I lost the person who loved me the most, and the person I loved betrayed me.
I immersed myself in sadness for several days and finally finished handling my grandpa's funeral.
Only then did my mind start to be clear.
During that period, Christa didn't call me once, and I didn't contact her either.
The dorm manager had started urging me to pick up my luggage. When I arrived at school with dark eye circles, many passing classmates pointed at me and whispered about me.
Everyone knew that I had been pursuing Christa for the past few years, and yesterday's proposal venue I set up made me well-known.
Almost the entire school knew that the female lead of the proposal not only didn't come but also had cuckolded me.
As expected, I was surrounded as soon as I arrived at the dorm. Fortunately, Matthew locked the door in time.
Everyone in the dorm was busy with their things, and no one spoke for a while.
Just as I was about to finish packing up, my phone rang. It was Christa.
I hung up and blocked her number directly, then continued packing.
Afterward, Matthew handed me his phone. I glanced at it and hung up directly.
"Not bad, Dylan."