"You're pushing me away?" He stared at me in disbelief. "You're actually pushing me away?"
His eyes turned red.
"Stella, we've been together seven years. You've never pushed me away like this. What did I do wrong?"
He pulled out his phone, shoving it toward me. "If you think I did something to betray you, then go ahead—check. I have nothing to hide."
"Stella."
"But you can't treat me like this."
In all these years, Alex and I had almost never argued.
Only that one time.
And it was still because of Naomi.
Now, looking at Alex's open, straightforward face, I only found it funny. I pulled out the WeChat live updates Naomi had sent me and put them in front of him.
"Stella, Alex and I have both been waiting for you for half an hour. The food is already cold."
Naomi took a photo of the dishes.
"I'm hungry."
"I'm eating first."
In the live-update photos, there was Alex's teasing voice, laughing as he said, "I've never seen someone like you, like a starving ghost reincarnated."
A very ordinary sentence. But it made me hear indulgence—an indulgent feeling I'd never carefully noticed before. Even after Naomi finished eating and took a selfie, I could still hear Alex say,