Chapter 4

I didn't care: "Since she wants you to take her, then take her."

With that, I walked out of the private room, my eyes already red.

The next day, Victoria's roommate found me: "Leopold, Victoria didn't come back to the dorm last night. Did she call you?"

I immediately fell silent.

Victoria's roommate seemed to realize she'd said something wrong and hurriedly made an excuse to leave.

I walked alone to the field, wandering aimlessly on the track, thinking about all the moments with Victoria.

Childhood sweethearts, growing up together—my world was full of her.

From kindergarten through college, I'd always protected her, never letting her get hurt.

In elementary school, when an older student made her cry, I'd pulled her along with red eyes to find the person and demand an apology, not hesitating to get physical. In the end, she got her apology, and though I ended up bruised and swollen, I smiled happily.

On her eighteenth birthday, I bought all the fireworks in the city and the front page of every newspaper that day to celebrate for her. That night, both families confirmed our engagement. I was so happy I didn't sleep all night.

I thought we could continue like this together, companions for life, growing old together.

But everything changed after meeting Killian.

She no longer acted cute with me—instead, there were mostly rebukes and yelling.

I endured and endured, for no other reason than because I loved her.

But did she love me? Before yesterday, I'd been certain of the answer—she loved me too.

But today, I realized I was wrong. She didn't love me that much.

But I didn't understand—could twenty years of feelings really be less than a few months?

I couldn't find an answer to this question.

I don't know how long passed before I heard someone calling me.

It was Victoria, and unsurprisingly, Killian stood beside her.

I walked over and looked at Victoria's beautiful face, my heart aching sharply.

The facts were right in front of me. No need to guess anymore.

Victoria looked at me guiltily and explained: "Last night, Killian fell and hurt his back on the way taking me home. I stayed with him at the hospital all night."

"Yeah, it hurt so much," Killian said, rubbing his back. "Even now my back is still sore and aching."

I watched him quietly perform.

Hurt his back? What a coincidence.

Did he really fall? Or was it because he exerted himself too much?

But the answer didn't matter anymore.

I nodded: "Mm."

I turned to leave, but Victoria grabbed me: "Don't you believe me?"

"No, I'm just tired."

I calmly pried Victoria's hand away. She threw herself at me, hugging me.

"Alright, stop being angry. I just forgot last night and didn't let you know I was safe. I promise you, there absolutely won't be a next time."

Indeed, there wouldn't be a next time.

I pushed Victoria away and said flatly: "Was there something else?"

Killian smiled: "Actually, I have something. Thank you for giving me the watch last night. I really like it."

"But my family is poor, so I can't give you an expensive gift in return. I saw the mangoes at the supermarket looked good, so I specially picked some to give you. Please don't look down on them."

Looking at the bag of mangoes Killian held out to me, I saw them like a terrible flood, and kicked the bag over.

"Leopold, what are you doing? Killian specially bought these mangoes for you, you..."

Victoria angrily berated me, but when she saw my cold eyes, she couldn't help stepping back twice, swallowing the words at her lips.

"Did you forget I'm allergic to mangoes?"

Hearing this, Victoria's expression changed, but seeing Killian standing helplessly to the side looking like he'd done something wrong, her eyes flashed with sympathy and she frowned at me.

"Even if you're allergic to mangoes, just don't eat them. Why kick them over and disappoint Killian's thoughtfulness?"