The driver seemed to understand and didn’t push any further.
There was a message from Max waiting for me on DayChat.
[Come on, what’s the big deal? It’s just meeting my parents. We’ve been together for so long. Just wait a little longer, I’ll take you next time.]
I didn’t bother replying. I blocked him and deleted his number.
After the IV drip and paying the hospital bill, the driver kindly offered to take me home. Before I got out, I quietly left 30 dollars on the back seat.
“Thanks for everything.”
The driver waved it off again. “Take care of yourself, okay?”
I nodded, forcing a smile. “I will.”
When I got home, I went straight to the attic and dug out an old suitcase. In that big house, there was barely anything that belonged to me.
Max came from a poor family. His biggest dream was to pass the civil service exam in Bremont. After we graduated, he begged me to give up the teaching job I’d landed and come to Bremont with him so he could focus on the exam.
I couldn’t say no to him and I didn’t want to break up. So, I took all my savings and moved to Bremont to support him.
Max didn’t let himself down. He passed the civil service exam the very next year.