Chapter 1

In the seventh year of loving Aiden Blackwood, I suddenly let go of my obsession.

During our last breakup, he said, "Don't be so blindly devoted to one person. It's kind of scary."

"While you're still young, try dating more people."

I smiled and replied, "Alright, I'll give it a try."

After the breakup, Aiden's life went on as usual.

The first month, he never mentioned me.

The second month, he started to feel uneasy.

The third month, when he stood dejectedly outside my house late at night,

I had just calmed Ethan down in bed.

The man, no longer angry, deliberately carried me to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Kissing me with barely concealed jealousy, he asked, "Look how pitiful he is. Do you want to go down and see him?"

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When Aiden looked at that young, fresh-faced girl for the third time,

I gazed at those eyes that had once captivated my entire adolescence.

Suddenly, I let go of my obsession.

He looked at every girl with deep affection.

And I was just the most insignificant one.

"Hazel," Aiden leaned forward to extinguish his cigarette and looked at me.

"Actually, when I agreed to be with you that day..."

"It was just a moment of weakness."

"But I tried, and found that it still doesn't work."

He raised his hand and cupped my face.

His fingertips gently brushed my slightly reddened eyes, his actions gentle, his voice even gentler.

"I can't like you the way I like a woman."

"That time I kissed you when I was drunk was just an accident."

I pushed his hand away.

"Aiden, if you want to say something, just say it directly."

He leaned back on the sofa, his expression casual and indifferent.

"Let's just go back to being good friends."

"That's the most comfortable, don't you think?"

I looked at him and smiled slightly, "After today, okay?"

Today was a bit special.

But Aiden had probably long forgotten.

He frowned and reluctantly agreed, "Fine."

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