The Fireworks of Love Will Gradually Fade

On the night of the class beauty's birthday party, everything seemed perfect—until I stepped out to take a phone call. When I returned, I found my boyfriend and the birthday girl dancing closely together, their bodies too familiar, too comfortable. My classmates' eyes all darted toward me, anticipating my anger, my reaction.

But instead, I smiled coolly and said, “The room is ready for you, go quickly.”

The tension in the room thickened. My boyfriend, clearly taken aback, frowned, “Why are you angry? Aren’t you right?”