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I met my first love at a class reunion seven years after we broke up.    He had a successful career, was holding his girlfriend's hand, and had a huge expensive diamond ring on his hand.    Everyone taunted me:‘You dumped Conrad, now you regret it, don't you? It's too late!’    But after dinner, Conrad drunkenly hugged me and cried:‘If you want to get back together, you can do it anytime.’  1 A class reunion is always a battleground for gossip to converge.    Not to mention the former couples in attendance, with the most disparate statuses being Conrad and me.    Everyone was

Reunited with My First Love After Seven Years Apart

Some things lose their meaning once their time has passed.


I blinked, and in the instant my eyelids closed, the scene before me began to spin.


I've exhausted all my strength just to make it this far. What's the point of crawling out of the mud now?


"Alright, we'll talk when you get back."


With winter approaching, the air was so cold it could freeze water droplets.


Unable to hail a cab, I could only stand shivering by the roadside.


My phone screen lit up, showing I was still in the queue.


The sound of high heels crunching through snow grew closer, followed by a soft, feminine voice.


"Conrad, the snow is so beautiful today."


A deep male voice responded, "It's too cold out here. Go wait in the car, I'll be right there."


As they passed by me, the girl gave me a curious glance.


She climbed into the passenger seat, the movement of her body as she fastened her seatbelt drawing attention to the bracelet on her wrist.


The treasured heirloom of The Grey Family, passed down through generations.


Later, after we broke up, I had someone return it.


It seems this woman isn't just a girlfriend, but a fiancée.


Pedestrians hurried by on the street, until I was the only one left without a ride.Conrad stood silently behind me.


Our shadows intertwined beneath the streetlight.


I recalled the night we broke up, when Conrad got into a car accident rushing to see me.


His brother called me, angrily demanding answers.


"If his life's not in danger, you're not coming?"


The man on the other end of the phone suddenly lost his composure and started cursing at me.


"Melody! He's only leaving you for two years! Are you that eager to get rid of him? You promised before! You said you'd wait for him!"


"He's not made of wood! When he's all alone abroad, you won't even call him! You could at least lie to him, give him some hope!"


"Melody! He's sacrificed so much for you, you can never repay him in this lifetime! How dare you act pitiful now?!"


The phone was snatched away and then smashed on the ground.


Actually, I was the one who dumped him.


Conrad suddenly spoke up, his tone devoid of any emotion."It's none of your business."


I took a deep breath, swallowing the metallic taste of blood in my throat, unable to stop coughing.


The cold wind pierced my lungs like knives, the intense pain preventing me from standing up straight.


Hunched over, I leaned against a nearby streetlight. The alcohol I had just consumed churned in my stomach, bringing involuntary tears to my eyes.


Conrad looked down at me, watching me cough.


The taxi finally arrived, the driver pulling up to the streetlight with his hazard lights on. He leaned out and asked:


I struggled to stand up, about to open the car door when someone grabbed my arm from behind, forcefully pulling me back.


I crashed straight into Conrad's chest.


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