Wen He approached the man, but he didn't react at all, seemingly unaware of her presence.
"Brother, are you alright?" Wen He asked very carefully.
These words made the man pause slightly. He slowly looked up at Wen He, his eyes filled with confusion.
"You are...?"
"I'm just a passerby. I saw you sitting here alone, looking like you have something on your mind. I apologize if I'm bothering you."
Hearing this, the confusion in the man's eyes lessened, replaced by surprise and shock.
Clearly, he didn't understand why a stranger would see his worries and take the initiative to talk to him.
Besides the incredulity, his cold, shattered heart also felt a little warmer.
"It's nothing. I'm just a little upset. I'll be fine after a while. Thank you," he said, his eyes veiled by a thick haze.
"If it's convenient, can you tell me about it? It's much better to talk about upsetting things than to keep them bottled up."
Seeing the sincere and kind look in Wen He's eyes, the man trembled slightly, his expression somewhat dazed.
In an instant, he seemed to remember something, and his emotions began to become unstable.
He took several deep breaths to barely stabilize his emotions.
"I just broke up with my girlfriend. We had a big fight."
"We met in college. She's a very cheerful and beautiful girl."
"She has a very bad habit: whenever we argue about something, she always uses the most尖酸刻薄 words to hurt me."
"明明 很 多 时候 都 不 是 什么大事 ， 一些 小误 会 。 "(This sentence is kept in Chinese because '尖酸刻薄' is already translated and the rest is repetitive)
"If both sides could just calm down a bit, talk it over, and smooth things over, the problem could be resolved."
"But every time we argue, the conflict always fails to diminish, instead becoming bigger and bigger, until it's out of control, tearing us apart."
Speaking of this, the man's emotions surged again.
His voice became somewhat choked, as if he had suffered a great grievance with no outlet.
"Later, she also learned to dredge up old grievances. In every argument we had, I was always the one who apologized."
"Even if the matter had nothing to do with me, even if I wasn't at fault in any way, I was always the one who had to coax her."
"I'm also human. I'm not an emotional garbage can. I also get unhappy, I also get sad. She never cared about my feelings."
"Now, every time we argue, she always brings up my past mistakes."
"What she said were indeed my mistakes, and I admitted my mistakes at the time. I also tried my best to appease her, and she said she wasn't angry anymore. I should have thought these things were in the past."
"But who would have thought that past mistakes would become sharp arrows, shooting at me every time we argue?"
These memories made the man's heart ache as if it were being cut by knives, and his eyes gradually turned red.
He couldn't understand why his past mistakes were being held against him forever.
Once, when he was pushed to the edge, he tried to retort to his girlfriend in the same way.
He also dredged up old grievances.
Then, to his shock, he discovered that all of his girlfriend's mistakes also ended with the man apologizing.
When he dredged up old grievances, his girlfriend's reply of, "Didn't you admit it was your fault in the end? Now you're blaming me?" left him speechless.
"Whenever I encountered trouble or distress and confided in her, she was always very impatient."
"'Whoever caused it, go find them. What's the use of telling me?' things like that."
"Every time we argued, all my good deeds were forgotten, and only my shortcomings and mistakes were remembered."
"Last winter, she wanted to eat lychees in the early hours of the morning. This kind of out-of-season fruit is not sold at ordinary fruit stalls, let alone in the early hours of the morning."
"I rode my little electric scooter, braving the cold wind, and searched for a long, long time before I found the lychees she wanted to eat."
"The irony is that the person I care about most doesn't care about me, while a stranger like you is concerned about me."
After pouring out all his inner thoughts, the man also began to wipe away his tears.
He knew that people like him would be called 'simps' or 'cucks' on the internet.
He was also very clear about his situation.
The man was born into an ordinary family. From a young age, his parents told him:
"As a boy, you must take responsibility for what you do."
"Especially in the area of relationships, don't play around with girls. Their first time is very precious. If you're not prepared to be with them for life, don't easily touch them."
"Once you start, don't give up easily. Everything is difficult at the beginning. Persist a little more, and maybe there will be better results."
In his heart, he felt no guilt about this relationship.
He fulfilled the responsibilities of a boyfriend to the best of his ability, but in the end, he was left with scars all over his body.
Now he was tired and decided to completely give up on this relationship.
"Thank you for caring about me. I feel much better now."
The man's voice was still somewhat choked, but his mood had indeed improved a lot.
At least he wasn't as shrouded in gloom as he was at first.
"Do you still have any lingering feelings for this relationship?" Wen He asked.
"No..." He shook his head bitterly.
He couldn't find a solution to this relationship.
If a relationship is only maintained by one person's efforts, then disintegration is imminent.
"I probably don't want to touch love again in this lifetime."
"My parents love me very much, and I'm not that cheap of a person."
"I don't want their precious son to be treated like a dog again, summoned and dismissed at will."
The man felt that he might be inherently unable to enjoy the sweetness of love.
In order to avoid getting hurt again, he decided not to engage with love in the future.
Seeing his dejected appearance, Cheng Yudie couldn't help but comfort him...
"I think everyone should realize that if someone can miss the ceiling that life once had, and disappoint the other party,"
"It means that they have no sense of the beauty of things, or they can't receive such a precious gift."
"And this kind of God-given opportunity, heaven will not give him twice."
"Everyone's luck has an average value. After you separate, your respective luck will return to the average."
"It's just that your paths are completely opposite: your lower limit is her, and her upper limit is you."
"You only met her because you were unlucky, and she met you at the peak of her life."
"In the end, everyone will return to the correct track. You are just two intersecting lines. After that intersection point, you will be separated forever."
"What I mean is, you don't have to think that everyone in the future will be like her just because you had bad luck and met the lower limit of your life."
"You will only encounter better and better people in the future, while she will only encounter worse and worse people."
