Chapter 1

Boyfriend said he never traveled as a child.

I secretly researched travel guides, hoping to share the experience with him.

But I unexpectedly discovered his travel account.

It turns out he's a travel blogger with millions of followers.

And he's a couple's blogger at that. In every video,

he's closely accompanied by his childhood sweetheart, inseparable.

His latest video? They're getting married in three days.

In the video, the girl lifts her skirt and runs hand in hand with the guy at dusk. It's truly passionate and bold.

They end up showing a wedding invitation with blissful faces. The invitation says their wedding is in three days, and they will livestream it, inviting all their fans to witness their beautiful moment. The names on the invitation are Jasper and Adeline.

The video ends, and the next one auto-plays.

They're visiting famous landmarks. Their account has over a thousand videos, all capturing their beautiful travels together.

I stare at the screen, unable to believe my eyes. The Jasper on the invitation is my boyfriend of five years, and Adeline is his childhood friend.

Jasper always told me he didn't like traveling. He said his poor childhood made travel seem unattainable, like a luxury. So for five years, we never traveled, rarely even went out. Once, I wanted to help him get over it and secretly planned for a long time.

When he found out, he got furious: "If you want to play, go to an amusement park yourself. Why force me to travel with you? Don't you ever think about what I want?"

I apologized, holding my torn notes, and swore never to bring it up again. But a week ago,

I overheard Jasper talking to a friend on the phone.

He said he was going to the seaside and asked for recommendations. My heart raced, thinking it was a surprise for me.

I happily cooked a feast, opened wine, and bought gifts, waiting for him to announce the good news.

But he didn't even look at me. Just said, "I'm going on a business trip," and left with his luggage. Now, in the video, they're embracing by the sea. I finally understand. It's not that he doesn't like traveling; he just doesn't want to travel with me.

I obsessively click through all their videos. Jasper talks about those places so fluently and calmly, detailing the history and culture more thoroughly than my week-long research.

He doesn't seem like someone who has a grudge against traveling.

The pain stabs my chest, making it hard to breathe. I scroll through quickly.

The earlier videos are crude, their outfits less refined, showing the long time span. The first video was posted five years ago, when we just got together. They both look a bit young and innocent.

I even remember the first time I met them. Adeline shyly introduced herself in Jasper's arms, "Hi, I'm Adeline, and this is Jasper."

Jasper smiled and recited a poem: "Old memories often thought of, finally often seen." It's a poem made with their names.

But what about me? What am I? With trembling hands, I want to forward the video to Jasper and ask why he did this. But then I hear a click. The door opens, and Jasper is home.