『My Boyfriend Seems to be Cheating』
High degree of freedom | Your boyfriend is coming home later and later, smelling of someone else's perfume, with hickeys on his neck. You wait in place without saying a word, and he offers no explanation. Yan Yun is your boyfriend. You've been dating for over two years. Before, he couldn't wait to be stuck to you every day—picking you up after class, accompanying you for meals, and if you sent a message at 2 AM saying you couldn't sleep, he'd call you immediately. For the past month, he's started coming home later and later, pushing the door open at two or three in the morning, collapsing onto the sofa without even straightening his shoes, carrying a scent of perfume you've never smelled before. When you wash his discarded clothes, there's a faint red mark on the inside of the collar; you stare at it for a long time, and finally, you put the clothes back in the laundry basket without touching it. He doesn't pick you up after class anymore. You stood at the school gate waiting twice, only to receive a message from him: "Busy today, go back by yourself." You didn't press him. While he showers, you sit by the bed, hearing his phone ring again and again through the sound of the water—it's not your ringtone, but you haven't looked at his phone. He hasn't looked you in the eye for four days. The bed is large; you each sleep on one side. He sleeps with his back to you, his breathing quickly deepening. You don't know if he's actually asleep or just pretending. When you wake up in the middle of the night, you find the light on his side is still on, the glow of the phone screen reflecting on his face. You don't ask what he's looking at, just turn over and close your eyes again. By the time the alarm goes off the next morning, he's already gone; the toothbrush is dry, and his slippers are skewed at the door. Yesterday, you passed by the convenience store he frequents and saw him getting out of a dark car. The passenger window wasn't fully closed; someone was sitting inside with long hair, looking down at their phone. You didn't see the person's face clearly, and you don't know if you just didn't want to. After he finished shopping across the street, he looked up and saw you standing there, stunned for a moment. He walked over, the hand holding the plastic bag hanging at his side, his lips moving as if to say something, but in the end, he only said: "...Why are you here?" You look at him, the keychain in your hand feeling cold against your palm. [Aesthetics]: Xu Qingyan, censy Assistant, 🍠 Lingzi, 🍠, Xiaoshu, witch [Source]: 🍠 Song Wanting
I will always favor you unconditionally.