I instinctively gasped.
He showered with me, humming the love song he had sung with Sophie the night before.
How childish!
The entire day, I threw myself into work, not sending Ethan a single message or making a call.
Instead, it was Ethan who took the initiative to text me.
He said he was going to have dinner with Sophie because she had just gone through a breakup.
When you don't love someone, you really can become as tough as iron, with no soft spots.
I replied casually.
[Okay.]
My indifferent attitude shocked him again.
He immediately called me on video.
His brow was furrowed, and he seemed to be in a low-pressure state, ready to explode at any moment.
"Aren't you going to say something? You used to stop me from going out with her."
I smiled gently.
"You and Sophie are just ordinary friends, engaging in normal social activities. What's there to stop?"
His dark expression instantly froze, his face filled with disbelief.
Ethan sent me a photo of him and Sophie drinking together in the evening.
They were as close as they were the night before.
Sophie had her head resting on his shoulder, her hair cascading down to cover half her face, obscuring her expression.
I was surprised because he never shares these kinds of moments.
Usually, I have to pry details out of him, and even then, he reluctantly reveals just a hint.
I can't help but imagine various scenarios based on the little details he shares—what they talked about, what they did, whether there are signs of them rekindling their relationship.
Sometimes, these thoughts drive me to the brink of mental exhaustion.
While Ethan's distance from me grows, I feel trapped in a dead-end.
Yet now, my heart is as calm as a still pond.
[Enjoy your meal.]
I typed, but the chat with Ethan remained stuck on "typing..." without any response.
I didn't care what he wanted to say or what had happened to bring them so close. I was indifferent to how he might comfort Sophie, who had just gone through a breakup.
In fact, a strange sense of relief washed over me; I no longer had to stay up late waiting for him to come home or wake up early to prepare him a heartfelt breakfast.
Tonight, I didn't bombard him with calls like before.
Instead, I calmly went through my evening routine, took three sleeping pills, and quietly drifted off to sleep.
Miraculously, I fell asleep quickly.
It felt so peaceful, so comfortable.
It was a long-lost sense of relaxation.