He was the one who said he wanted to start a relationship with me.

He would prepare surprises on anniversaries, take me on a trip for my birthday, remember my favorite flavors, and even go to crowded signings for me.

But now that I think about it, he seems to have never said he loves me.

When I got home, I put the car keys in the entrance cabinet.

I was so absent-minded that I didn't even realize I forgot to change into slippers.

I heard his friend calling that girl "Xue Xi", and Xue Xi was playing with his friends.

They seemed very familiar with each other.

As for me, I not only don't know Xue Xi, I don't even know his friends.

At the party, Guan Mo said, "Let's celebrate your birthday together tomorrow."

Although I didn't feel good about it, all his friends were there, so it was a happy occasion.

I didn't want to make things difficult for him, so I just said "okay" and then drove home alone.

Guan Mo came back at two in the morning.

When I was startled awake by the sound of the door opening on the sofa, I realized.

I had unknowingly started to get used to waiting for him.

He was obviously a little drunk, swaying on his feet.

I went over to support him, and he leaned his whole body on me.

I had already prepared sobering soup, so I picked it up and handed it to him.

His eyes were half-closed, in a daze.

I had something I wanted to ask, but I thought it might be better to wait until he sobered up tomorrow.

But just as I was about to help him back to the bedroom, his phone rang.

We both have the same password for everything, because we are open and honest with each other, with no secrets between us.

I opened his phone and took a look.

I knew immediately who it was from.

Because her name was saved as: Xue Xi.

No last name, a bit intimate.

It was a voice message, I played it out loud and a gentle female voice came through.

"Guan Mo, have you arrived home? Is your girlfriend not mad at you? I'm sorry, I put you in a difficult position."

The speaker was quite loud, and the clearly drunken Guan Mo on the other end could hear her too.

His eyes cleared up a bit: "It's okay, Xue Xi, it's not your fault."

As he looked up, he saw my face.

"Slowly..."

I didn't really have a big problem with this, I thought I would just ask Guan Mo about it tomorrow when he was sober.

After all, keeping quiet about everything affects a relationship between two people.

But just now.

Guan Mo's tone of voice, that comforting and almost tender feeling.

I didn't mishear.

"Guan Mo, who is Xue Xi?"

His eyes fell on my hand: "You answered my phone."

Was that the main point?

But then he said, mildly accusing: "Why did you answer my phone without permission?"

A tone that was almost reproachful.

Something that had never happened before.

A year ago, there was a new intern at his company who had a crush on him, and he quickly told me about it.

He said he had already made it clear to her that he was married.

At that time, he handed me his phone as if presenting a treasure, insisting that I check it out.

On one hand, I thought he was childish, but on the other hand, I fell deeper and deeper for him.

He didn't say he loved me, but he was always doing things that showed he cared.

I thought he was much better than those who only spoke sweet words.

But now, he blamed me for answering his phone without permission.

Had something quietly gone bad without me realizing it?

I stubbornly asked again, "Who is Xue Xi?"

He hesitated for a moment before reluctantly saying, "My ex-girlfriend."