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Anna gazed out at the street scene, slowly opening her mouth to speak. "I used to love sleeping in, often missing breakfast. He would always keep the breakfast he prepared tucked in his arms, waiting for me at the school gate. We would eat together on our way to class, afraid I might feel embarrassed in front of others and ultimately miss my meal.
Later, I complained to him about the nutritional meals at the training base, and he started studying nutrition on his own. He would make me healthy and delicious food every few days. Once, when I accidentally fell while practicing my jumps and twisted my ankle, he would watch me eat while gently massaging my foot.
He was handsome and spoke softly, never initiating conversations with other girls. This boy, just because he came from a small town, you think he wouldn’t study hard enough to provide the life I wanted in the future? You pushed him to hold my hand.
The man glanced at the rearview mirror. "Am I wrong? If he doesn’t study, how will he find a job in the future? How will he support you and your children? Look at him riding a bicycle in this cold weather!"
"I can earn money! I can earn a lot of money! As long as he loves me and cares for me, I can support the family."
Anna could no longer hold back; she threw herself into Trusova's arms and cried loudly. Trusova tightly embraced Anna's shoulders and whispered, "Uncle Oleg is a star now. He sold over three hundred thousand copies of just one album and has appeared on many shows. He’s doing well financially."
Sitting in the passenger seat was Anna's mother, who sighed. "If he truly loved you, he wouldn’t have developed feelings for Kamila so quickly."
It was Kamila who took the initiative; Oleg was actually quite shy. It was I who confessed first that led him to date me.
While crying, Anna said, "If it weren’t for Dad setting up that meeting, he wouldn’t have held my hand at all. Kamila wouldn’t have had a chance either; it’s all Dad’s fault!" She sobbed uncontrollably.
The man tightened his grip on Fang Pan, listening to his daughter’s heart-wrenching cries. He opened his mouth but couldn’t find any words to say, ultimately letting out a sigh.
"This is my room; feel free to look around. I’m going to make dinner."
Xu Weihua handed Kamila a can of Coconut Milk and kissed her forehead before heading to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Kamila sat on the edge of her bed with the Coconut Milk in hand, staring at the empty wall covered in countless pinholes, lost in thought for a moment.
After a while, she got up and sat down at her desk. The desk wasn’t large; it only had a few books on nutrition and massage therapy, along with a desk lamp in the middle. To the right was a small Ferris wheel photo frame filled with pictures of herself and Oleg. Looking at their sweet photos together made her heart flutter with happiness.
After flipping through the album for a while, she returned to her bed and glanced at the nightstand beside her right leg. She felt a brief struggle within herself before slapping her thigh and getting up to head to the kitchen. Seeing her boyfriend preparing ingredients made her slightly limp as she walked back to her bedroom, mumbling under her breath, "Just one look."
Pulling open a drawer revealed a photo of Anna from a competition—one hand holding flowers and the other holding a medal while smiling joyfully. Kamila pouted slightly in disappointment: "Can’t forget about Anna after all?"
Whether they were boys or girls, they were all petty at heart. They just wanted their partner’s heart to be occupied by them alone without room for anyone else. She picked up the photo frame only to realize it was filled with various pictures of her boyfriend with Anna as well as individual photos of them both.
Each picture had several pinholes that matched those on the wall opposite her bed. The only large frame she held in her hands had Anna’s smiling face in it; she pointed at it with her finger and whispered, "I’m sorry, Anna. Oleg is too outstanding; I don’t want to regret my life forever. I’m sorry."
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