I received a confession for my boyfriend on the university's "confession wall" page that I run. At first, I was happily thinking he was quite a catch, but the next day the girl commented, "Thanks Wall, we're together now." I looked at my boyfriend beside me and fell into deep thought. 1 I manage our university's confession wall account because I find it interesting to watch others confess their love. I didn't tell anyone that I was the one behind this account because I was worried it would lose its sense of mystery, and also worried about missing out on gossip about my friends. But I never expected that one day I would receive a confession from another girl for my boyfriend. That confession was very simple, roughly saying: "Senior Liam from X College, I like you very much, and I've liked you for a long time." And attached a photo of his back. I would recognize that back even if it were burned to ashes; it was definitely my boyfriend. I originally felt smug, thinking that I had good taste and that the man I chose was actually a hot commodity. Then I didn't take it seriously and forgot about it. Who would have thought that the next day, this girl would message me privately again. "Thank you, Wall, we are together now. Just came to give feedback, no need to post it." ??? I looked at my boyfriend who was eating with me and fell into deep contemplation. "Liam, how have you been lately?" He looked up at me slightly blankly, "Huh? Aren't I with you every day?" Yes, that's why I'm even more confused. The reason I didn't take that confession seriously was that in my heart, Liam was absolutely the kind of person who would not cheat. He would report his whereabouts at any time, be on call, and his phone had no password for me to check at any time. We have been together for almost six years, from high school to junior year of college, and even agreed to get married after graduation. I absolutely wouldn't believe such a person would cheat. So I decided to give him a little trust first and start with that girl to see if she mistook someone or if it was just a misunderstanding. So I created a fake account to add that girl, with the note "Friend of Liam." Unexpectedly, she accepted very quickly, but the girl seemed very vigilant and just sent a question mark. "It's okay, Old Liam asked me to add you, he can't talk right now." The girl still didn't say anything, just sent an "Oh." But it was this "Oh" that made me suspicious. Normally, hearing such strange words, one would at least ask a question. But she didn't question it, just replied "Oh." I don't know what happened, maybe it was a girl's intuition. I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of two things from a long, long time ago. About a year and a half ago, the photography club Liam belonged to seemed to have a girl as a model. I remember after the photos came out, I even praised, "Cute little girl." A year ago, Liam suddenly hung a little duck on his backpack. Because it was cute, I noticed it. "Liam, I remember you didn't like small dolls before." He just pinched it, "I saw it that day and thought it was quite cute, so I hung it. You like it? Then I'll give it to you?" "If you think it's cute, just hang it." Two very simple things suddenly appeared in my mind. I still remember that girl was his direct junior, and we occasionally bumped into her on campus, and she would greet both of us. When I looked carefully at the little girl's social media, I found it very clean, without any information, also like a fake account. After saying goodbye to Liam, on the way back to the dormitory, I went through their club's Instagram. I looked through all the posts from one to two years ago and finally found the one where that girl was a model. I found the account of the girl's classmate through the comments section, and then found the girl's own account from the like records. I found out that the girl seemed to have a boyfriend??? This boyfriend looked more and more familiar to me. Wasn't this Liam's classmate??? I began to suspect if I was overthinking, maybe it wasn't this girl. But I scrolled through her homepage and found that she had posted a photo of a little duck identical to Liam's doll?? "Playing so big?!" 2 Once suspicion arises, everything seems suspicious. Liam and I are in different departments, so our schedules are different. We shared our schedules and always chose times when both were free to meet. This day, I picked an unimportant elective class of his and sneaked in. I wore a mask and a hat, sitting early in the corner of the last row of the lecture hall. As class time approached, students came in one by one. I stared almost unblinkingly, but I didn't see Liam walk into this classroom. At first, I still held onto hope, wondering if he skipped class. Ten minutes into the class, the professor took out the roster and started roll call. Surprisingly, his name was not there! I swear I didn't miss any name, but there was no Liam Walker. Originally, I just had a curious gossip mentality, and even always felt like an outsider watching this farce. Until this moment, I felt my heart cool inch by inch. This matter is nine out of ten true. Being together for five years, we experienced so many things, thousands of days and nights that I thought were full of love. When I smiled and planned the future with him, he was probably watching coldly and planning how to leave. Thinking about it, I couldn't help crying. Because I was in class, I couldn't make a sound, so I could only bury my head and wipe away the tears that welled up bit by bit. "Classmate? Are you okay?" I was startled, looked up and waved my hand, "Sorry, sorry, I'm fine." He handed over a pack of tissues, "Wipe it." When thanking him, I seriously looked at the person next to me. It was actually that girl's boyfriend. He didn't seem to recognize me as Liam's girlfriend. He just politely handed me the tissue and turned back to listen to the class. "Um, classmate, I'm also in this class. Can I add you on WeChat? We can form a group and do homework together." Actually, I wasn't sure he would agree, after all, he had a girlfriend. Adding a girl on WeChat might feel inappropriate. He indeed hesitated for a moment, showing a thoughtful expression on his face. Just when I thought he would refuse me, he said, "Okay." The boy looked delicate and fair, seemingly introverted and quiet. What the hell, blind eyes, having such a good-looking boyfriend and insisting on snatching a piece of shit from me. After class, we politely said goodbye and agreed to save seats for each other next time. I browsed the boy's Moments, set to three days visible, signature and background were blank, not looking like he was in a relationship. Walking into the campus following the flow of students after class, I walked aimlessly, my mind full of bits and pieces of the past with Liam. I began to doubt if those happy moments were fake. If every vow he made was fake. If from the first moment he saw that girl, I was no longer the number one person in his heart. Walking, I couldn't help crying again, but there were too many people around, so I had to hide in a small path and walk all the way to a corner of the secluded artificial lake. Then I happened to see two people holding hands on a bench, the girl smiling very happily. Just as I was about to leave, I heard Liam's voice, "Your hands are so soft." Being some distance away, the girl blocked his face, but I remembered his voice. Talking on the phone every day for five years, how could I not recognize it. Then I stood there dumbfounded, watching the boy reach out and stroke the girl's head. The two of them were kissing. At that moment, I wanted to rush over and slap each of them. Then loudly question, why can you be so shameless! The fire in my chest almost broke through my reason. But, not enough, not enough! Going over to break the window paper and break up like this would be directly giving up my seat, letting this pair of dogs be together without any psychological burden. Except for a few seconds of physical pain and a few words of insult, they are deeply in love, how can they empathize with half of my pain today. I will never let them off so easily. So an evil thought quietly arose in my heart: you cheated on me, then I'll cheat on you too. The pain of cutting flesh must be experienced personally to be bloody enough. I will use all means to stay by Liam's side, letting your relationship remain underground forever. Then get your boyfriend, every one of your boyfriends. Liam Walker, I want your heart to never get a moment of peace from now on. 3 I took photos of them, uploaded them to a private album in my cloud, and then cleared the traces on my phone. After crying heavily, I carefully reviewed the bits and pieces of the past. I couldn't be sure at all, and dared not be sure, at which moment a third person appeared in our relationship. After crying enough, I returned to the dorm, looking at the person in the mirror, examining carefully. Messy hair, plain and yellowish face, wearing a large unisex hoodie, baseball cap always pressing half the face. Since falling in love, except for special occasions or when in a good mood, I rarely put on makeup. Bought many beautiful dresses, but because I didn't like washing my hair and felt the style didn't match, the tags were never removed. I thought we had been together for so long, we knew each other's looks by heart even with eyes closed, why bother with these fancy tricks. I put down the mirror and moved all the clothes out of the closet. Cleared out a small pile of tattered T-shirts, black, white and gray baggy jackets, unisex knee-length shorts. Folded them one by one into a clean bag and put them into the recycling bin downstairs. After throwing away the clothes, I carried my shower basket to the school bathhouse, thinking of washing away the bad luck and regrouping. Who would have thought I would meet that girl here again. The bathhouse in the north is public. After undressing, everyone meets honestly under dozens of shower heads. The bathhouse was steamy, blurring everyone's faces. I was opposite her, rubbing foam on my head. Glanced twice, slender and tender girl, flat abdomen, curvy like a flower bud. I looked down at myself; my tummy was quite magnificent. For a second, I was a little discouraged, even mocking myself secretly, does a girl like me deserve to be dumped by a man. She turned around to scrub her back. I looked up and saw a patch of crimson turning purple under the hair on the back of her neck. It was a hickey. These two poor losers, can't afford a room? My fighting spirit soared again instantly. Why should my worthiness of love be judged by such animals? After washing, I went straight to the hair salon and spent twenty bucks to straighten and volumize my hair. Back in the dorm, I dug out a slim-fitting misty pink long dress, put away my frame glasses, wore small diameter colored contacts, and put on light makeup. My roommates clicked their tongues in wonder, "What big day is it today?" While applying makeup, I messaged Liam, "Liam, miss you, walk with me later." The message came back quickly, "Okay, I miss you too." I looked at that message, lost in thought for a long time, eyeliner almost drawn into my scalp along the eyelid. Can a heart really be split into two mutually non-interfering parts to love different people separately? When I went downstairs, he had already arrived, sitting on the steps with his head down playing games. He always waited for me in advance, no matter how long he waited, he wouldn't be anxious. I couldn't help wondering, are you like this when waiting for her too? "Liam, sorry, I came down late." Seeing him, I put on a smile to pull his hand, sticking to his shoulder and looking up at him. Seeing me, he raised his eyebrows, "Why is baby so beautiful today?" In the past, he would hold my hand, but today he put his arm around my waist, buried his head in my hair and shook it, "You smell so good." Saying this, he leaned in to kiss me. Looking at that mouth, I felt nauseous inside, so I reached out to cover him, pinching my voice and asking coquettishly, "Are you angry that I made you wait?" In the past, I would directly grab his hand and walk forward carelessly, rarely asking him warmly and coquettishly. He was a little puzzled, but enjoyed it very much, "No, how could I be angry with my beautiful baby." We walked hand in hand, "Do you have a night class later?" "Yes." "Then I'll accompany you?" I'm someone who is lazy even attending my own classes, so I never mentioned accompanying him to class, and would even refuse if he proposed. "Anyway, we are in the same school, we can meet anytime, not missing this moment." I used to say this. He was silent for a while after listening, then said calmly, "Forget it, the night class is small, bringing you along is a bit conspicuous." Oh, something fishy, but it doesn't matter. "Okay, then I'll pick you up after evening self-study." The hand on my waist tightened secretly, then gently let go, "What's wrong today? You're acting a bit strange, baby." I grinned, climbing up his arm and clinging, "My mom said she wants to buy me a house, asking what size you like, and whether to add your name." Baby, sister has plenty of money. Even if you don't care about old feelings, I don't believe you don't like money. Sure enough, he stammered, "Ah, is that so, then I'll see if I have anything to do during evening self-study later, if not I'll call you over okay?" Tsk tsk tsk, looks like it's just so-so. "It's okay, since you are busy, forget it, another day." 4 I registered a new fake Weibo account, found some fake daily selfies, posted a few daily updates, actively followed that girl, and made my presence known in her comments. After a few times, she noticed me, "Hello, do we know each other?" "Hello senior, I saw the photos you took before one day and thought you look so good, wanted to get to know you." After all, she is a young girl, direct praise is easiest to make one elated. Because I supported everything and often flattered her, finally one day I added her WeChat. Our netizen relationship was officially established. After I mailed her a small gift once, she officially recognized me and treated me as a good friend. On the other hand, I spared no effort to coax Liam, and gradually discovered some things I hadn't noticed before. This day I carried a lot of snacks and went directly to the place where their photography club held activities. They often organized activities, portrait exchange, ID photo exchange, PS course teaching. Today was a mutual free activity, anyone who wanted to take photos could come as a model and get three free refined photos. As soon as I pushed the door open, it was a simple studio, men and women talking and laughing. Seeing me, most people inside looked confused, only Liam was stunned with some surprise, then came over slightly guiltily, "Why are you here?" I looked at him and smiled, then bypassed him and walked straight in, "Hello everyone, I am your President Liam's girlfriend, entrusted by him to comfort everyone, you've worked hard." Several boys reacted first, hurriedly welcomed me, shouting sister-in-law in unison. The girls didn't know why, but were also happy to have free snacks. Only a few scattered people whispered to each other, looking at me with dodging eyes, reluctantly stood up to give me a smile. Among them was that girl. When I came in, she was wearing a suspender gauze dress laughing and playing with Liam. What was her name again? Bella, yes, Bella Kong. I smiled and walked in, holding the bag, handed a popsicle, "Bella has worked hard as a big model, so beautiful, the club's recruitment, thanks to our Bella." The expressions of the two boys next to her were awkward, busy winking at Liam. But Bella didn't change her expression, picked up her phone to send a message, smiling still very sweet, looking at me frankly, "Thank you senior, what are you saying, it's all President Liam's credit, I didn't do anything." Liam hurried over to pull me, smiling awkwardly and nodding to everyone, "This is Sarah Xiang, Senior Sarah, these snacks were bought for you by the senior." Even though it was obvious, he didn't mention a word that I was his girlfriend. He pulled me to sit aside, half squatting in front of me, "Sarah, wait for me here, there are many people coming for the activity today, I may not be able to attend to you, if you are in a hurry, go back first, I'll find you for dinner tonight." I nodded, watching him trot back, re-greeting Bella and others to stand up and start shooting. There were dozens of people in the photography group, a dozen boys, fewer girls, and mostly came as models. But Bella's photographer was always Liam. He held up the camera, "Bella, look here, light brighter, hey, very good, beautiful smile." I originally came with the mentality of embarrassing them, fully armed, fully psychologically constructed and prepared, I thought I would be the one showing off. But I felt like I was the one embarrassed. Bella was laughing, carrying her skirt hem, standing under the spotlight, the reflector hitting her face, shining like an angel. Liam bent over, staring at the lens, uncontrollable smile on his face. The look in his eyes at the lens was not only appreciation but also thick affection. He wasn't looking at the work, he was looking at her. Although there was almost no dialogue or physical contact between them. But I was still so sour that I couldn't speak, nails digging deep into my palms, painful to numbness. Because the person in front of that lens used to be me. The person looked at by that gaze countless times used to be me, and only me. Because I was loved, I know what he looks like when he loves someone else. I took a deep breath, stood up ready to say hello and leave. At this time, a second person came in, surprisingly Bella's boyfriend. The two looked at each other, waved hello, and the boy found a corner to sit down, right next to me. I sat down again, looked at him and smiled, "What a coincidence." He was stunned for a moment, looked at me for a few seconds, then revealed a smile, "It's you, what a coincidence."
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