But she had always been standing aside with indifference, looking at me with disdain and mockery as if I were a clown.
Now I thought it through. There were countless women in this world, and some of them didn't deserve to be loved. Why couldn't I let go?
There was nothing uglier than a meltdown. Even I hated myself when I had one.
The next morning, I didn't get up an hour earlier to cook breakfast for Lara as usual. I went to work directly.
I had to say that it felt great to sleep an extra hour in the morning!
In the past, Lara didn't want to get up early for breakfast, and she was very picky about the appearance and taste of breakfast. For her sake, I had to get up early every day to make breakfast for her.
Over the years, my cooking skills had improved by leaps and bounds, and I could make exquisite breakfasts that were different every day for 365 days.
But Lara rarely showed appreciation. She either got up late or couldn't stand the smell of eggs...
So, why should I be a simp?
Lara walked out of the room and saw the empty table, and her expression changed.
She took a few deep breaths and adjusted her expression as she walked towards me.