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Half an hour passed, and finally, my phone rang. I hurriedly answered, only to hear a voice that chilled me to the bone.
"Anxin Jie," Lin Weiwei's elongated tone was laced with obvious mockery. "Ting Ge is celebrating my birthday with me. He said you are just too delicate, crying and whining over the slightest illness."
Birthday? I was taken aback. It suddenly dawned on me that today was December 24th, not only Lin Weiwei's birthday but also the tenth anniversary of my relationship with Gu Ting. Last year on this day, he took me to a Michelin restaurant to celebrate, claiming he wanted to give me a surprise.
"Anxin Jie, are you still listening?" Lin Weiwei's voice pulled me back to reality.
"I'm listening," I replied softly, trying hard to control my emotions.
"Ting Ge just gave me a Cartier necklace," she said, her tone growing more smug. "He said it suits me perfectly. Unlike some people, who could wear the most expensive things and still look like they came from a street vendor."
I bit my lip, not wanting her to hear my sobs.
"By the way," she suddenly lowered her voice, "did you know? Ting Ge said he never thought about marrying you. He said you're just a transitional phase; once I return to the country, he'll break up with you."
My fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheet, my voice trembling: "You're lying."
"Lying?" She chuckled lightly. "Then guess why he gave me this necklace today?"
On the other end of the line, I heard rustling sounds followed by Gu Ting's voice: "Wei Wei, who are you talking to?"
"No one," she pouted playfully. "Just chatting with Anxin Jie."
"Don't mind her," Gu Ting's voice came clearly. "Come on, we're waiting for you over here."
A sudden wave of pain shot through my chest, more unbearable than the agony of chemotherapy. I gasped for air, but no oxygen seemed to reach my lungs.
"Anxin Jie, are you okay?" Lin Weiwei's voice carried a hint of concern. "Your breathing sounds strange."
I wanted to respond, but no words would come out. The pain in my chest intensified, and darkness enveloped my vision. My phone slipped from my fingers and crashed heavily to the ground.
In the final moment before losing consciousness, I saw the snowflakes still falling outside the window. Ten years ago, on that Christmas Eve, it had snowed just like this. We had promised to walk together forever, but now everything had changed.
I closed my eyes and let the darkness consume me. Perhaps this was for the best; at least I wouldn't have to endure the heart-wrenching betrayal any longer.
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The cold floor pressed against my cheek as I struggled to open my eyes. My arm was numb from holding the same position for too long. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious; the room was still empty except for me.
My phone emitted a faint glow on the floor. Shaking, I picked it up and saw Gu Ting's message: "Anxin, Wei Wei says you're fine now. Today is Wei Wei's birthday; don't ruin it."
Wei Wei's birthday? I read that line over and over again. It turned out that in his heart, I didn't even deserve basic concern.
Ten years of companionship had resulted in such cold treatment.
I leaned against the wall to stand up, my legs still shaky. The side effects of chemotherapy left me dizzy, but compared to the physical pain, the emptiness in my heart was even harder to bear.
I dragged my weary body into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of noodles. The steaming noodles emitted an enticing aroma, but I had no appetite at all. After forcing down a couple of bites, it felt as if something was blocking my throat.
Suddenly, my phone rang; it was my best friend, Xiao Ru. I answered the call, and her furious voice came through the receiver. "Anxin, are you crazy? Why didn't you come to the party today? Gu Ting and Lin Weiwei are nothing but scum! As Gu Ting's official girlfriend, you need to show some backbone!"
My hands trembled uncontrollably, and my heart raced. For a brief moment, I fantasized that Gu Ting was just confused and would come back to me.
I opened Lin Weiwei's social media profile. Her latest post featured a beautifully crafted three-tier cake, with "Ting & Wei" written in red frosting and pink hearts sprinkled around it. The caption read: "Thanks to Ting Ge for preparing this surprise for me; it's the perfect birthday."
A wave of nausea hit me suddenly, and I rushed to the bathroom to vomit. The acidic bile burned my esophagus, but compared to the pain in my heart, it was nothing.
Back in my room, I opened my photo gallery and began deleting pictures of Gu Ting. Those moments that once filled me with joy now felt painfully ironic.
I opened my contacts and found Gu Ting's name, my finger hovering over it for a few seconds. I closed my eyes and remembered that rainy night when he braved the downpour just to see me; I recalled sitting by his side all night when he was sick; I thought of how I had given him all my savings when his business failed...
Then, without hesitation, I clicked to block him.
At the moment the phone screen went dark, the sound of fireworks erupted outside. It turned out that the hotel across the street was where they were holding their party. The colorful fireworks lit up the night sky while I hid in my dark room like a pathetic clown.
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