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Wang Hao remained silent for a few seconds.

"I don't know," he answered truthfully. "I haven't thought about it that much."

The car fell silent again. Outside the window, it was completely dark, and only car headlights and reflective signs stretched across the highway in the darkness.

Su Qing leaned back in her seat, her gaze fixed on the blurry scenery rushing past the window.

The warm yellow light inside the car shone on her profile, making her expression appear somewhat ambiguous.

This silence lasted for a long time.

Just when Wang Hao thought Su Qing wouldn't speak again, she suddenly spoke. Her voice was very soft and calm, unusually calm.

"Wang Hao".

"Um?"

Do you feel... that I've wronged you?

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at her.

Su Qing was still looking out the window, her profile particularly clear in the light and shadow.

"No." Wang Hao looked at the road ahead again.

He was telling the truth.

Su Qing suddenly turned her head and stared at him.

There was a complex emotion in that gaze that Wang Hao couldn't understand.

"Really?" Su Qing's voice rose slightly.

"But your behavior, your current attitude, is telling me that you feel I have wronged you."

Wang Hao frowned: "I really didn't think that."

"You have it!" Su Qing's voice suddenly became agitated. Although she quickly suppressed it, the restrained sharpness in her tone still shone through:

"Wang Hao, a woman has been with you for so many years, from high school to university, and then to work... We've been together for seven whole years!"

Do you know how I felt back then?

"You can't even support yourself with your monthly salary, and you change jobs all the time, working at this company today and going to that place tomorrow. Looking at you, looking at our future, I really...I really see no hope!"

She took a deep breath, her eyes already red, but she bit her lip tightly:

"Is it wrong to want a home in this city, to want a stable life?"

"What did we have back then?"

"House? Car? Savings? None of them."

"Your job is unstable, and mine is just so-so."

"What if we really got married? What would we do then?"

Su Qing's voice grew increasingly urgent, as if she were pouring out all the words that had been bottled up in her heart for more than three years.

Do you think I want to break up?

"Wang Hao! The reality is what it is; I see no way out, I see no future for us!"

"If you had been more stable back then, if you had tried harder, how could we have broken up?"

She couldn't continue, and suddenly turned her head to look out the window, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The carriage was eerily quiet.

Wang Hao gripped the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, without saying a word.

He didn't know what to say.

He finally got over that relationship and he doesn't want to repeat the same mistake.

Moreover, he genuinely didn't blame Su Qing, nor did he think Su Qing had done anything wrong.

Different stances lead to different choices.

Seeing Wang Hao remain silent and so calm, Su Qing felt truly uneasy...

She had so much more to say—she wanted to say that these past three years had not been easy for her, as she had to maintain a presentable appearance every day and cope with the dual pressures of work and life.

She wanted to say that time flies so fast, so fast that it leaves no time to react.

She wanted to say that she tried to move forward, met some people, and ate some meals, but she always felt that something was missing.

She wanted to say that if Wang Hao had given her even a little bit of security or a promise for the future, she wouldn't have chosen to leave.

It was Wang Hao's instability, his aimlessness, and his inability to provide her with any security that forced her to break up with him.

None of this is her fault.

If Wang Hao had been hardworking, outstanding, and stable enough, they should be married by now, have their own home in this city, and be living the kind of life she has always wanted.

But she couldn't bring herself to say a single one of those words.

To say it out loud is to admit that you haven't been doing well these past few years.

Saying it out loud would be tantamount to showing weakness to Wang Hao.

Speaking out means exposing your most vulnerable side to the person who was once closest to you but is now the most distant.

She can't.

So she just gripped the edge of the seat tightly, her nails almost digging into the fabric, letting those words churn in her chest, piercing her until she bled.

But in the end, Su Qing couldn't help but speak up:

Why aren't you saying anything?

Wang Hao finally spoke, his voice calm, so calm that it chilled Su Qing to the bone.

"I don't know how to say it."

"Su Qing, I have never blamed you."

"You're right, I really couldn't give you the life you wanted back then. Everyone's pursuits are different, I understand."

"But... many things are in the past and that's it."

Why dwell on those things? Does it really matter who's right and who's wrong?

"What can be changed?"

"cannot!"

"So... what's the point of bringing it up again?"

"It's all in the past..."

Su Qing was stunned.

She looked at Wang Hao, at his familiar yet unfamiliar profile, at his calm, almost indifferent expression, and felt a sharp pang in her heart.

All those turbulent emotions in her heart, all those regrets and resentments that tormented her day and night, were simply "in the past" to him.

She suddenly felt very tired.

All the pretense, the struggles, and the self-persuasion of the past few years... all become meaningless at this moment.

She leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and tears finally streamed down her face silently.

Silence fell in the carriage again, but this silence was different from the previous one.

Before, it was awkwardness and estrangement, but now... it's a kind of exhausted silence.

Wang Hao didn't say anything more, he just focused on driving.

He understood Su Qing's emotions and knew the resentment and grievances behind her unspoken words.

But he really didn't know how to respond.

Does that mean he's rich now?

Is he saying he has a secret about games?

It is said that he may own a house and a car in the near future.

No.

So all he could say was, "What's past is past."

"..."

And so, the car drove on the highway for another hour or two.

Wang Hao felt the breathing beside him become even and calm.

He glanced to the side and saw that Su Qing was already asleep.

She leaned back in her seat, her head tilted slightly to one side, with tear stains still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

That face that had once captivated him for so many years now looked exceptionally tired and vulnerable in his sleep.

Wang Hao sighed softly and turned up the air conditioner temperature.

About half an hour later, Su Qing's head slowly slid down and finally rested on Wang Hao's shoulder.

Wang Hao stiffened for a moment, but quickly relaxed.

He didn't move, just kept driving, letting Su Qing lean against him.

The familiar scent of shampoo wafted into his nostrils; it was a brand Su Qing had used for many years, and he always remembered the smell.

For a fleeting moment, Wang Hao felt a complex mix of emotions—nostalgia, regret, and a touch of inexplicable melancholy.

But he quickly suppressed these emotions.

Just like he said, what's past is past.

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