In the photo, she leaned lazily on his shoulder with her eyes closed. He lowered his head slightly, and his lips were only half an inch away from hers.
The caption read: [No matter how much time goes by, we'll always be the same.]
With a mocking smile, I replied to her: [Congratulations.]
The next day, I packed up and went out to work.
Upon opening the door, I was greeted by breakfast on the floor.
It was evident who had delivered it.
I picked up the breakfast, went downstairs, and threw it into the community trash can without hesitation.
When I glanced up, Amelia appeared in front of me with a sullen face, holding her cell phone.
"Did you throw away the breakfast I bought you?"
Her words betrayed her displeasure and anger. She glared straight at me with bright eyes.
"I mentioned that I disliked everything you said or gave me."
I calmly walked past her, but she grabbed my wrist.
"Adrian, are you still making a fuss?"
"Making a fuss?" I gazed at her with composure. "Didn't you treat me like this before? You also know that this is a fuss, don't you?"