Guan Mo didn't sleep well.

I was tossing and turning all night too.

He was drunk.

But I was feeling uneasy.

He probably drank a lot, said a few words, and then just rubbed his eyes uncomfortably.

And I, in his reproachful tone, had no desire to continue the conversation.

Probably fell asleep in the middle of the night.

He habitually put his hand on my waist.

I discreetly moved it away.

He grunted dissatisfiedly, then turned over.

The next day was supposed to be his birthday, so I took the day off.

But I slept until 1 pm.

Because I had trouble sleeping last night, when the sky was lighting up, I finally couldn't hold on and closed my eyes.

Guan Mo probably just woke up.

Feeling uncomfortable from a hangover, he was pressing his temples.

He noticed some movement on my side.

Instinctively, he came over to hug me.

Once again, I pushed him away.

"What's wrong, Huan Huan?"

Drinking that much shouldn't cause memory lapses, right?

Seeing me silent, he leaned over, resting his head on my shoulder.

In a coquettish tone, he said, "I'm sorry, Huan Huan, I drank too late last night, please don't be mad at me."

There were times before when he went out drinking until late.

Back then, I would scold him for not taking care of himself, drinking and staying up late.

He would then pout and act cute, saying, "Huan Huan, I was wrong."

And then he would hug me happily, saying, "Huan Huan, you're so good, I'm lucky to have married you."

I wasn't in the mood for tenderness with him, so I got out of bed.

His body visibly tensed up when my head emptied.

But he didn't say anything, and eventually got out of bed too.

I guess he remembered.

For breakfast, I only made some millet porridge because he had a hangover yesterday, and eating something light would help his stomach.

He followed behind me with a bowl.

I scooped some and handed it to him.

Seeing him still standing there motionless, I had to serve myself first, then sit down at the table.

He followed me a bit forlornly.

"Huan Huan, I..."

I just drank the porridge, not saying anything.

He sat down across from me, stirring the spoon in his bowl.

After a while, he spoke up, "Huan Huan, I drank too much yesterday, felt uncomfortable, my tone wasn't good, I'm sorry."

Seeing that I ignored him, he continued to explain:

"Tang Xuexi is my ex-girlfriend, but I didn't invite her yesterday, it was Fang Chen who brought her."

"She's also friends with Fang Chen, since they all came, I couldn't kick them out."

I asked, "Who is Fang Chen?"

"He's a friend of mine."

"Why don't I know him?"

"You haven't met him much."

I looked up at him, "Not met much, I haven't met him at all."

"Guan Mo, besides Cheng Ming, I don't know any of your friends."

"But Tang Xuexi seems quite familiar with them."

At the mention of Tang Xuexi's name, Guan Mo instinctively retorted, "It has nothing to do with Xuexi, I'll introduce you to them in the future."

I was a bit puzzled.

Do you have to call your ex-girlfriend by such an intimate name?

After he finished speaking, he observed my expression.

"Huan Huan, are you still mad at me?"

His tone was just like the way he would cajole me whenever I threw a tantrum over the two years.

The feelings of those two years were real.

Guan Mo's goodness towards me was not fake.

After thinking for a while, I suddenly felt like giving him another chance.

After all, he said we must talk about anything, otherwise it would affect the relationship between the two people.

I thought he was right.

You can't make a final judgment based on one thing.

"Guan Mo," I looked at him seriously, "Why do you and she have WeChat, have you been in contact all along?"

Hearing this, he inevitably furrowed his brows.

"We just added yesterday, there's no contact between her and me."

I asked, "Can you delete it, and never contact her again?"

"Huan Huan..." he hesitated, "We have no feelings anymore, if I delete it now, it would seem too deliberate, and others might think too much."

He cares about how others think, but not how his girlfriend would feel?

A pang of pain hit my heart unavoidably.