What Yun Mingyue truly needed, she wasn’t entirely sure. But a boy who matched all her quirks and was genuinely thoughtful had appeared before her.

She wouldn’t claim him outright—but she certainly wouldn’t look away.

Just as she’d once thought: a truly compatible person might be a once-in-a-lifetime encounter.

So… it seemed her feelings were finally beginning to sprout.

Meanwhile, in an ordinary apartment—unlike the two finding quiet joy elsewhere—

Yun Daidai, who’d also aced her interview, lay curled tightly in bed, face twisted in pain.

She’d visited a doctor earlier for stomachache. After multiple checks, he confirmed her body was perfectly healthy.

“But… it really hurts…”

Her mind replayed the daytime scene: her reaching out, Zhou You ignoring her. Her beautiful features contorted further with sharpening agony.

“Why won’t you accept my apology? Why block me? Why won’t you even glance at me…?”

“Why… why… why…?”

Zhou You had never argued with her. He’d sworn eternal vows. How could he just… abandon her?

No.

Miss Yun bit her lower lip hard. A faint trace of blood seeped through. She refused to let that word cross her mind.

How dare he? How could he? How?

“I’ll call him.”

Though Zhou You had blocked her on WeChat, she still had his number. She hadn’t called before—only waiting for him to realize his mistake first.

“Once I explain, he’ll come back.”

She pictured Zhou You returning. The stomach pain eased slightly.

Eagerly, she jumped up, knelt on the cold floor, and cradled her phone.

Beep… beep…

Downstairs, Zhou You glanced at the incoming number.

He’d deleted Yun Daidai’s contact, but he recognized that painfully familiar digits instantly.

“Truly unforgettable,” he muttered, staring blankly at the ringing phone.

Should he answer? He never expected *Miss Yun* to call first.

Scolding him for being insensitive?

The call cut off. A second one rang immediately.

Answer it.

Zhou You decided.

“Hello?”

“Zhou You?”

“It’s me.”

Silence fell. On the other end, Yun Daidai’s eyes suddenly stung.

“My stomach hurts.”

“You want me to bring medicine?” Zhou You glanced up—the night was deep.

“I do.” Yun Daidai spoke firmly. *If he comes… I’ll let him kiss me once.*

Those two simple words sent Zhou You’s mood plummeting.

*She wants, he obeys. So simple.*

This woman still hadn’t faced reality.

“Miss Yun, we’ve broken up.”

Honestly, Zhou You didn’t want to be harsh—not from lingering feelings, but he’d acknowledged her role in pushing him forward.

“There’s a reward. One you’ll absolutely love.”

“…” A reward? What did Miss Yun think he was?

Haaah…

Zhou You leaned against the stairwell wall, exhaling slowly to stay calm.

Talking to Yun Daidai really got under his skin.

“I don’t need it.”

“Why?! I prepared something you’d love! Why refuse me?!”

Yun Daidai’s voice cracked. Didn’t he always want to go further? Why this coldness after her hint?

“You should be by my side *now*! You were supposed to! Zhou You, you’ve changed!”

Zhou You held the phone away from the hysterics. Truthfully… Miss Yun had changed too. A strange feeling stirred.

“What more do you want? I apologized! I begged! What else?!”

Waaah…

Recalling recent misfortunes, Yun Daidai finally broke into sobs.

Zhou You’s hand trembled—not from softness, but shock.

*Miss Yun really is hurting.*

Normally, he’d soothe her. But now… he stayed silent, listening.

Because hearing her cry felt… strangely satisfying?

Like a long-suppressed emotion finally found release.

“Please… let’s make up… waaah…”

Zhou You brought the phone close. His voice turned unnaturally gentle.

“Rest well. You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

He paused. Delivered the cruelest words in the softest tone.

“Don’t contact me again. It’s over. Yun Daidai—let me be clear: we’ve broken up.”

Beep… beep…

Zhou You ended the call, pressing down his twitching lips. *Don’t awaken any weird preferences.*

Relieved, he headed upstairs.

Yun Daidai stared blankly at her dark screen.

She wiped tears, shakily stood.

“I… I won’t…”

*When luck turns bad, even cold water chokes you.* Her foot caught the chair. She pitched forward—

Thud!

“It hurts… it really hurts…”

Cold moonlight poured in, framing Yun Daidai curled tightly on the floor.

Summer air felt icy.

…

…

Zhou You was called out by his mother upon entering.

Xiao Yan sat on the sofa, hair pulled into a severe updo, her expression blending gentleness and sternness as she beckoned him.

“I heard you broke up with your high school girlfriend?”

Zhou You tensed. Like most people, he disliked parental meddling—especially given the truth about Yun Daidai.

“Didn’t you argue dating should start young due to gender imbalance? Why break up right after graduation?”

Xiao Yan recalled his past “logic,” amused and exasperated. She’d nearly believed high school romance aided holistic development.

“So I’ve decided.”

*The best cure for heartbreak is a new romance.*

*The solution for my son is obvious.*

“Your father and I are traveling for our twentieth anniversary. You and Youzi will be home alone—ahem, *be careful*, and remember precautions.”

“?”