第七章 难择

手机还拿在手里，林晚晚ường as if still hearing the thud of his body hitting the wooden bench. She blinked, the screen light reflecting in her eyes. One hundred and one messages. Starting with "Hello" and ending with "I love you." He really had lost his mind last night. She groaned inwardly and pinched herself. It wasn't a dream. The phone was still vibrating in her hand, confirming her worst fear. These weren't just drunken ramblings. They were actual words typed out by a man who, moments before, had been throwing caution to the wind. Her thumb swiped down the screen, deleting each message one by one. She reached the last one and paused. "I love you." The words stood out even brighter now, mocking her as she tried to shove them out of her mind. How the hell had this happened? Last night, she’d been wallowing in her breakup. James, her boyfriend of two years, had cheated. To make it worse, he hadn’t even had the guts to break up properly. Just ghosted her with a single text about being "too busy."