City B, an apartnt.
The sky was getting dark, and Ruge was playing video gas alone in front of the TV.
Her originally short hair had unknowingly grown to shoulder length, and her bangs, which had never been trimd, were all brushed back into a small ponytail.
Her features were delicate, and she stared intently at the TV screen, expertly handling the ga controller.
She really liked gas like King of Fighters. When she wasn’t in class or out having fun, she enjoyed staying ho, sitting on the carpet and playing until she lost track of ti.
The phone next to her suddenly rang.
Without even looking at the caller ID, she used her free pinkie to swipe open the phone screen.
Her mom’s voice ca from the other end, "Ruge, what are you doing?"
Ruge answered honestly and succinctly with three words: "Playing gas."
"Don’t play gas so much, the college entrance exam is coming up soon. Can’t you focus more on your studies?"
Ruge listened unmoved, as if she already anticipated what her mom would say next.
Sure enough, when Ruge didn’t reply, her mother paused for a few seconds before finally starting to speak, "Your dad and I... have decided to divorce. I called to get your opinion..."
Ruge’s hand paused slightly on the ga controller, "Get my opinion? You’re clearly just notifying of the final decision, why make it sound so nice?"
"Ruge... you need to understand your dad and mom..."
Ruge set her phone to speaker mode and started another ga. "Alright, I don’t care. Is there anything else? If not, I’m hanging up."
With that, she hung up the call directly.
Everything around her was silent, Ruge’s ga movents slowed down more and more, and finally, she lowered her head.
The TV screen displayed a big "GA OVER."
Due to her father’s work, when Ruge was very young, the whole family moved to Arica to live.
In her eyes, her parents’ relationship had always been very good.
She didn’t understand why people who had such a good relationship would suddenly decide to divorce.
If this was the ending, why did they get married in the first place? Why have her?
Ruge stood up, opened the fridge, and took out a can of Coke, drinking it in big gulps.
Her expression was blank the whole ti, and she didn’t cry.
Since childhood, she rarely cried.
The phone rang again.
Ruge glanced at it; it was an unknown number.
She picked up the call.
A strange voice ca from the other end, "Is this Miss Ruge? You have a delivery that needs signing, please open the door."
Delivery?
She didn’t seem to have ordered anything online recently.
Ruge opened the door, and a tall figure was standing outside.
A black denim jacket, matching denim pants, a pair of sneakers.
A baseball cap was pulled low, but you could still see the boy’s exquisite jawline.
He looked up with bright eyes, "HI."
Ruge leaned against the door fra, "Ji Yanche, what’s going on? Wasn’t it supposed to be a delivery?"
"Yeah."
"What did you deliver?"
"I delivered myself."
"......"
"Let in." Ji Yanche stepped in with his long legs and casually collapsed on the sofa, tossing his hat aside.
The boy’s handso and sunny face was fully revealed.
"What are you doing at my place?"
Hmm... how should I put it?
Ji Yanche rubbed his chin.
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