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It turned out, Stella had known me for a very long time.
One day in seventh grade, it was raining heavily.
I met a girl at a bus stop.
She was completely drenched.
When my bus arrived, I walked over and handed her my umbrella.
And from that moment on, Stella had fallen deeply for me.
Later, when she saw me again, I didn't remember her.
That's why when she ran into me at the bar, drunk, she had clung to my neck, desperately wanting to sleep with me.
So, even then, there was a love that had lasted for years.
I knew the feeling of unrequited love all too well.
At this moment, I felt so much sympathy for this foolish woman in front of me.
Although Stella was Zoe's best friend, she didn't know that Zoe and I had been in a confirmed relationship. In her eyes, I was just shamelessly simping for Zoe.
For five years, she had seen me at my ugliest, most helpless…
She was ready to give up on me, but one day after work, she saw me again at the office entrance, holding a thermos, waiting for Zoe in the cold wind.
It was freezing. I was stamping my feet to stay warm, my cheeks red from the cold, but I still had a hopeful smile on my face, waiting quietly.
It was that scene that revived her heart, which had been ready to give up.
She said that my devotion to Zoe proved I was a genuinely good person.
And she had confirmed with Zoe multiple times that Zoe only saw me as a friend, so she firmly believed that one day I would turn around and see her.
And thankfully, I really did turn around and see her.
After this honest conversation, my interactions with Stella became more and more natural.
The more I got to know her, the more I discovered her many virtues: she was honest, straightforward, and considerate. She never lost her temper with me, listened attentively to every word I said, and would discuss disagreements with me seriously.
Being with her was truly a joy.
In the blink of an eye, we had known each other for two months.
She was taking up more and more of my time and my life. She would ask me in advance what I wanted for dinner.
After work, she would take a detour to my company to wait for me, and then we would go to the supermarket together. I would wash and chop, and she would cook.
One time, to make things easier for her, she asked for a spare key, and I gave it to her without a second thought.
The moment the key was in her palm, we both froze.
She asked in a hoarse voice, "Should I move in?"
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