The doctor joked and asked if he was so nervous because I was his girlfriend.
Blushing, he nodded, begging the doctor to save me as if we were in a TV drama, making everyone laugh.
After that day, he started working hard, determined to get into the same university as me.
He said I was so naive that I’d definitely get bullied without him around.
But now, he was the one bullying me.
After college, Xavier launched his own business.
In those days, we were incredibly poor, living in a tiny attic that was drafty in winter and leaked in summer.
Money was tight, and every penny had to be carefully spent.
It’s no exaggeration to say we couldn’t afford meat more than once a week.
But we were happy. We held hands everywhere we went, and even laughed and played while cooking in our cramped kitchen.
Back then, we only had eyes for each other.
As his business flourished, his success grew. Our home got bigger, and the money flowed in.
But as time went on, we spent less and less time together, and the hands that once held each other gradually drifted apart without us realizing it.
Six months ago, Loretta, freshly graduated, started working beside Xavier.