I received the first call from Chimu Jiang at 4:15 in the early morning.

Fortunately, it was on silent mode, and besides the name jumping on the screen, everything around was quiet.

I didn't answer, pretending to still be asleep.

After the call ended, he called again.

He didn't even give himself time to type, just kept calling me relentlessly.

Finally, I wasn't the only one restless on this sleepless night.

I tried to find another solution to this situation.

Even if I mentioned a reason why I couldn't bear to break up with Chimu Jiang, it would be fine.

In my mind, I listed over eighty good things about him, but I stumbled on the last one, "He treats me well, and that's enough."

He treats me well, but not only me.

That alone is enough to make this relationship irreparable.

I answered Chimu Jiang's call when my phone had thirty percent battery left.

He sounded panicked but still apologized for disturbing my sleep.

Then he started explaining.

Or maybe it wasn't an explanation. First, he said I was acting foolishly, how could I easily push him away to someone else?

Then he solemnly told me, "Shuyin, there's nothing between me and Chen Yaoyao, otherwise she wouldn't have sent those things."

He said, "Stop making a fuss. I'll make it up to you when I return."

He tried to convince me with this alternative approach.

But what should I do?

I still didn't believe him.

Even if he really had nothing to do with Chen Yaoyao, the crack that appeared between us because of their actions was something I couldn't accept.

It was like how I occasionally stared at the battery percentage on my phone, afraid that when it reached twenty percent, there would be a low battery reminder.

I allowed Chimu Jiang to have flaws as a person, but I didn't allow him to have shortcomings in his love for me.

What I always wanted was a hundred percent, and if he gave a little bit to someone else, I couldn't feel secure and trusting in him.

Just like how I suspect that maybe on some night, after coaxing me, he did the same to Chen Yaoyao and persuaded her to delete the screenshots.

He continued calling my name, afraid that my silence would shatter his self-deception.

I asked him, "How will you make it up to me? Will you give me that brown bag as well?"

He started hesitating again, "Shuyin, I'll give you something more expensive."

My phone was already showing a low battery warning, and I frowned as I reached for the charger beside the bed.

The headache after staying up late made me lack the energy to deal with Chimu Jiang's pestering.

In this confrontation, we each held onto our own positions.

His reasons, which he believed to be reasonable, were completely unconvincing to me.

I told him, "Chimu Jiang, you lost. You couldn't persuade me within the given time."

"So, let's break up."