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Olivia's gentle gaze made me look like a crazy demon.

I couldn't stand it, but calmly stood up and put on my coat to leave.

"How could I be mad, I just don't want to eat, I have other things to do, so I'll leave you to it."

I didn't want to get into it, but Ethan, Olivia and Robin's friend, obviously wasn't willing to leave me alone.

He suddenly spoke up with a sneer and a provocative look in his eyes, "Come on, who doesn't know you're minding about Robin setting off fireworks for Olivia."

Hearing this, Olivia chimed in, "I'm sorry, Sophia. I was feeling down then, and Robin was just trying to cheer me up. Robin, you should say sorry to Sophia."

Robin frowned at Olivia's words. "Why should I apologise? I just spent one night with you."

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Olivia flashed me a subtle smile from where Robin couldn't see it, as if silently showing off that he was always towards her.

How ridiculous.

The wrongdoer was oblivious to his wrongdoing.

Just like before, he never realized when he made mistakes.

He thought that a few casual, inoffensive words would smooth things over, and then he could go on to be with me and have another affair with Olivia.

I smiled and said, "You're right. The fireworks were quite impressive. Do it again next time."

With that, I left without a backward glance.

As I closed the door, I heard Olivia say, "Robin, go apologize quickly. Sophia is clearly upset."

"Don't worry about her. She'll get over it in a few days."

His words cut me like a knife.

What had I done before to make him so sure of himself?

I walked out of the hotel at a leisurely pace.

The crisp early autumn evening air was refreshing.

I wandered along the busy streets, passing couples whose genuine affection was enviable.

Before Olivia's return, Robin and I were just like them.

We'd hold hands tightly, afraid to let go for fear of losing each other.

So how did we end up here?

I felt short of breath, slightly suffocated.

Spotting an candyfloss truck on the roadside, I decided to buy one after a moment's hesitation.

As I received it, I vaguely recalled his words.

"You know candyfloss gives you a toothache, but you still can't resist it."

I took a bite absentmindedly, and it tasted salty.

"Your candyfloss tastes strange," I told the vendor, my voice shaky.

The vendor looked at me and offered a tissue. "Miss, maybe you should wipe your tears first."

I glanced up, my vision blurry, and realized tears had fallen onto the candyfloss.

It wasn't the candyfloss that was salty, it was my tears.

I sniffled, turned around, and headed home.

As soon as I arrived, I got a message from Robin:

[Are you home yet?]

I looked at it but didn't respond.

Soon after, he sent another: [No one had a good time at dinner because of you today. Let's treat them to another meal soon.]

I still didn't reply.

He seemed to lose patience and called me directly.

I set my phone aside and ignored it.

When I returned from washing up, the phone had gone quiet.

Before bed, I habitually scrolled through WhatsApp statuses and unexpectedly saw a photo Olivia had posted five minutes earlier.

In the picture, a driver was in the front seat, while Robin and Olivia sat in the back.

Robin had his eyes closed, looking relaxed, while Olivia leaned towards him, shyly facing the camera.

The caption read: [Turns out I'm still your first choice after all these years.]

I laughed at myself and replied: [Congratulations.]