By the ti Chang Hao walked away from the confrontation with Zhou Yuwen and Liu Shuo, his mind was spinning in turmoil. The image of Zhou Yuwen’s calm, almost dismissive expression was etched into his mory, fueling a mix of anger, humiliation, and helplessness.
As he walked toward the campus cultural center where the literary arts club was hosting Yanyan's yoga session, he struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Zhou Yuwen’s indifferent attitude had shaken him to the core.
“You can tell her.”
The words rang out in his mind repeatedly.
Zhou Yuwen was practically inviting him to expose the affair. Not only that, but he had blatantly refused to end his relationship with Yanyan while continuing to string along her best friend, Lu Lin.
Chang Hao clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as his emotions churned.
He rembered Yanyan’s bright smile whenever she ntioned Zhou Yuwen, her proud declarations of how thoughtful he was, and her complete trust in him.
Does she even know the kind of person she loves?
He kicked a loose stone on the sidewalk, frustration radiating through his entire body.
“I should just tell her…” he muttered to himself. But the idea made his stomach twist.
As Chang Hao approached the cultural center, he slowed down. Through the glass doors, he could see Yanyan in her yoga attire, chatting happily with a group of classmates. Her radiant smile, frad by her perfectly curled hair, made her look almost ethereal.
His steps faltered.
What will I even say? he thought.
If he told Yanyan the truth, it would crush her. She’d cry, scream, maybe even collapse under the weight of betrayal. She’d lose not only the boyfriend she adored but also the best friend she trusted implicitly.
And worse, Zhou Yuwen would co out of it unscathed. He’d probably charm his way out of the situation, maybe even convince Yanyan that Chang Hao was lying out of jealousy.
And what would I be to her then? The villain? The traitor?
Chang Hao hesitated. His breaths ca short and uneven.
As much as he despised Zhou Yuwen for his betrayal, the thought of being the one to shatter Yanyan’s world felt unbearable.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him out of his thoughts.
It was a ssage from one of his classmates:
“Hey, where are you? We’re planning karaoke after this. Yanyan’s asking if you’re coming!”
He stared at the ssage, his heart sinking further. Yanyan’s trust, her kindness, her belief in him—they were like a noose tightening around his throat.
“I can’t do it,” he whispered.
Turning on his heel, he walked away from the cultural center, each step heavier than the last.
Back at the fast-food joint near campus, Chang Hao sat alone in a corner booth, nursing a bottle of water. His phone lay on the table, the screen dark.
“Why am I such a coward?” he muttered, clenching his fists again.
But deep down, he knew the answer. He wasn’t afraid of Zhou Yuwen or Liu Shuo. He was afraid of Yanyan’s heartbreak and the possibility that she’d hate him for exposing the truth.
“I’ll wait,” he decided, trying to justify his inaction. “I’ll find the right mont.”
Yet, as the minutes dragged on, the realization gnawed at him:
There would never be a right mont.
anwhile, at the yoga session, Yanyan stretched gracefully, unaware of the storm brewing just outside her bubble of happiness.
And Zhou Yuwen, back at the delivery station, went about his business, as composed as ever. Lu Lin lingered nearby, her guilt and anxiety hidden behind a mask of calm.
None of them knew how close their fragile web of secrets and lies had co to unraveling.
But for Chang Hao, the burden of truth weighed heavier than ever.
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