My phone kept flashing—not with messages from Shawn, but from my mom.
[My sweet girl, how have you been lately? Are you happy? When are you coming home?]
Tears instantly welled up in my eyes.
These past days, I had been so caught up in the mess with Shawn that I had fought with my family more times than I could count.
They never trusted him. To them, a man who had been in a five-year relationship yet never mentioned marriage clearly didn’t love me.
But I had blindly believed in him, standing by his side, arguing with my parents time and time again.
Turns out, not every word from your parents must be obeyed, but some words must never be ignored.
I sat up, thanked the nurse, and immediately called my mom back.
"Mom, I’m coming home today. Let’s have dinner together."
"Alright, alright! I’ll make your favorite sweet and sour pork."
Without hesitation, I blocked Shawn’s number. Five years of love—might as well have been fed to a dog.
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With the New Year approaching, the village was bustling with energy.
Everyone greeted me warmly as I passed by.
"Ayra, you’re back so early this year! We thought you wouldn’t make it home for New Year's Eve again!"
The old lady at the village entrance chuckled.